The lovely pussylicous bid on a RB for me on Saturday, she/ He must be really thick. I decided knowing what I do, to play along.
After a couple of mails to her , she said she has booked a room in a hotel in Fallowfield as she is fed up with nosey neighbours. Then she is going for a shower and something to eat before we meet and she would give me a call, how she knows my phone number I do not know. Then came the classic, I can meet you in the bar for a drink first or in the room. But I need the fee or a deposit made by bank transfer. My reply give me a few minutes, traced the sort code to Nottingham. Emailed her back, saying what is going on, as I have call the hotel and no reservation has been made in your name. I know the hotel is dodgy also. Surprise Suprise Radio silence