External Link/Members OnlyAfter being stood up recently (see other review), was in the mood for a fairly urgent, local-ish punt. Initial messaging was fine, but then we got into the Dont Tell The Punter The Address game, and experience has taught me that that never ends well.
I was texted the street name, and once there, asked for further clarification. Instead of simply being given the address, I had to go and stand next to some coffee shop, and then turn to the right, look for a blue door, say a Hail Mary etc etc, whereas the easiest thing would've been to TEXT ME THE FUCKING ADDRESS. Just because some of these dopey tarts can barely find their way to the nearest Red Bull shop, it doesn't mean the rest of us struggle to find our way around.
Once in this particularly grotty flat, I knew it would be downhill. 'Cindy' herself looked OK. Nice tits, and a sturdily built frame. Probably is her in the pics. She looked OK in that way that's not quite pretty but certainly no worse than that. But no English at all, no FKing, no OWO (not that I would've) and a single bed in the room sees to it that there's little in the way of comfort.
Worse, she is simply not into it, and it was hard to tell which of the two of us wanted it over first, but I was out the door in under 20 mins.
She may or may not be a sweet girl, but this sort of event was a total waste of time and money, and simply reinforced what I already knew, which is when you see the warning signs (the Address Game, and the super-grotty flat) you should play your own game of Get The Hell Out.