External Link/Members OnlyRang this one and she sounded OK (I like mature Russian ladies) - so made an appointment for an hour's time.
After a few minutes she texted me back, "Would you like to see me with my cross-dressing friend?"
Little brain gets excited, and his immediate oh-so-naive thought is "Oo is this a woman who dresses up as a man, I fancy the Marlene Dietrich tuxedo look."
Split second later big brain says, no that sounds like a
bloke in a wig. No way. So I text her back and say "No thanks, I'll just see you on your own please."
"OK", she replies. All fine, I think.
Half an hour later, half an hour from the punt, she does it again.
"You'll love my cross-dressing friend! You can have us both for £150."
I'm driving to her place right then and now what do I do. Her marketing is shocking. If she'd said, "My beautiful pre-op transexual friend", I would have bitten maybe, but really it just sounds like a
bloke in a wig. "No thanks", I reply. "OK" she says.
Ten minutes before time she's at it again, same message, I just ignore it, feeling more and more dodgy about the whole thing. Maybe I can hide behind her. Maybe I can ask him to go and have a cup of tea while we're shagging.
Traffic is rotten, I'm a bit late, and then bang on the hour, when really I should be walking through the door, she texts:
"I'm not here just now but my cross-dressing friend will be here to see you in ten minutes time."
I feel let down. The
bloke in the wig, who has just this minute become
my current shag, isn't even there yet! And "ten minutes" sounds like it could be hours.
I drive away and see my plan B who is a jolly Brazilian girl in Surbiton, who floats my boat twice in an hour with no blokes in wigs on the radar whatsoever.
And I'm still wondering what actually would have happened . . .
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