I booked a girl who I wasn't sure about. Had some good reviews but a lot mentioned she was older than her pics suggest.
I was late to the place and it turns out she lived on the 6th floor but there was no lift. I rushed up to the top, got to her door and she opened up. When I saw her, all the pre punt energy drained out of me and I didn't fancy her but I was also obviously out of breathe from the run up the stairs and simply said 'I think your stairs killed me, I don't think i can do it, maybe next time'
She was fine about it, smiled and said yeah 'next time'.