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External Link/Members OnlyDuration: Didn't end up meeting
Location: Gloucester Road
Pretty standard start, arranged several days ago, texted the day before to confirm time and then also right before I left on the day, she confirmed the night before (absolutely fine) and then on the day pretty much 2 minutes before my allotted time, she was like "see you at x time". I'm like, oh jolly good, she basically spoke in 2 word sentences throughout out arrangement, but at least she's on it!
Now this is where it gets fucking weird, since we only texted 90 seconds ago I was expecting to turn up a the apartments, get texted the flat number and buzzed in? Nope, I literally wait outside like a dickhead for about 5 minutes (it's well awks given the location) before she sends me a text, saying she'll be 2 minutes late, fine, I go around the corner, wait for another 5 minutes and then am asked to come over to the flat next door (fine, I can see why they do this) - I literally go to the front of the door and then she's AWOL again, and I'm just standing there like a god-damn dickhead again for another 5 minutes, staring at my phone, texting, trying to get through to her, she literally text me like a minute ago and then decides to fuck off once I'm at the door.. at this point, my spidey senses is thinking something is weird so I start heading for the station as now it's pretty much 15 minutes past the allocated time which is fine but I'm so over waiting outside her flat. I text her that I'm leaving cause I think something is up, she then proceeds to start blaming me that I'm making her feel rushed and that she literally just woke up and that I'm the humongous asshole here, and that now she's scared we won't have a good time because I'm annoyed and even calls me up to explain this... I'm trying to calmly tell her that if she has indeed just woken up why string me along like that instead of telling me she'll be fifteen minutes late from the beginning, she's trying to entice me back to her apartment but at this point I'm like "I'm not coming back unless you tell me the actual flat number", cause I'm not standing like a dickhead outside your apartment just to be trolled again... but bizarrely this becomes the point of impasse, she literally will not give it to me unless I agree to continue and go to the door, it's beginning to sound like a weird trap to me so after much chat/text where I'm trying to reason with her I simply decide to cut my losses and just tell her I'm leaving a shitty review, and pretty much after the point of no return (it's pretty much 35 minutes past and I have to go), she's like all apologetic, that she made a mistake and saying she'll do the next visit at a discount, and I'm like WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS, why not just tell me the flat number and open the door? Are you trying to make my hernia explode? My guess is that Eva probably wasn't in, and perhaps they were mustering a bait & switch or like she was having her breakfast and taking a shit at the same time hoping to keep me trolled until she's ready, or someone else was using her phone. God knows.
...it's like I met Gandalf at the front of the flat telling me "yee shall not pass" so go at your peril, literally no girl is pretty enough to put up with this level of bullshit.
Topic: eva_2019 - Gloucester Road - Didn't meet and wouldn't want to attempt again (Read 1843 times)