Ok guys I went to see Victoria tonight, here's what happened...
So, firstly, I don't usually go see foreign girls. This isn't because I'm racist, I've had some fantastic meets with foreign girls however I've also had far too many bad experiences. With British girls I've never had a bad experience, some much better than others, but never a bad experience. So I therefore stick with them.
Tonight I was so stressed. And I just needed to hammer someone tbh. So the only girl I could get a hold of was Victoria.
1. I was impressed by how fluent her English was on the phone...it was almost hard to tell she was foreign.
2. She wasn't staying in some dingy flat. She was in a very classy central hotel (of which I won't name.) Any touring girl I've met at this hotel has been very classy, clean and enthusiastic.
I figured, she can't be that bad, I was desperate. So we agreed to meet at 6pm. Once I was outside the hotel, I was to call her.
So at 6pm I'm stood outside the hotel. I call Victoria...no answer.
I call several times and still...no answer.
By 6.15 I've had no response and it is now raining. I'm cold and wet, I decide to go home.
As I'm walking away I decide to try once more. She answers the phone!
"Hi, we have a booking at 6? I'm outside the hotel"
"Ok no problem, I'm in room 350"
"Great I'll be there in a minute."
I quickly go inside, get in the elevator and go to the third floor. There's a cleaner there, and as its tea time there are families and what not coming and going to and from their rooms. I hate this part. So I keep my head down and purposely walk up and down the corridor...there is no room 350.
I text her asking her to confirm the room number as I can't seem to find it.
She replies "350"
So standing in the corridor, beginning to get utterly embarrassed and trying not to look shady, I call her.
She insists she's in room 350, I tell her I can't find it. She then decides she is going to come out of her room and get me.
What seems like a life time later, was probably only a couple of minutes, a woman appears out of room 310 and waves me over. I walk inside.
This woman is busy chatting on the phone and does not even acknowledge me. Compared to her pictures she is rake thin, her hair is greasy, she's in a track suit and her teeth looked like they hadn't been brushed since last February.
I was flabbergasted mainly by the sheer rudeness of her. Maybe I'm old fashioned, and a bit picky but when im about to pay £150 for something that with a bit of effort I can get for free I expect politeness, engagement, cleanliness and at least a bit of photo accuracy.
I simply held up my hands to her as she chatted on the phone and walked out.