Sophiasins - Langley. Negative? Oh, let me count the ways...(walked)

[davesixtseven]

This is from a good few months ago - tbh I can't remember, possibly due to having attempted to blank these hours from my memory. Looking back (a) I can't believe I pursued a meet and (b) that's some valuable hours I'll never get back. 

TL:DR:
Despite weird comms, I went through with an appointment, but walked when (oh, surprise) I saw that the photos hid a lot of reality.

Background
I was away working NW of London with a car and browsed my HL, knowing I had some slack in the journey home. Sophiasins (External Link/Members Only) had caught my eye - the less discerning one, clearly, but something made me think "Well, that would be a release...". Also, Langley was what looked like a brief sprint off the M25 - completely doable, right?

Comms
So, that morning I texted, got a response, asked a couple of clarifications and got the usual "Darling, call me..." etc. Now, at the time, in contrast to what's on the profile now, the "At discretions" weren't referenced in the Profile text, so I asked a couple of questons and - suddenly, from nowhere, a torrent of abuse comes down the line, and the call ends. I then get a flurry of "Delete my number, creep" texts.  I screenshotted them at the time - thinking that I'd need to reference them in a review here... but can I find them a few months later? Can I hell...    So - like an idiot - I called, to say Hey, I'm not an arse, I'm keen on seeing you this afternoon, when are you available? She calmed down and (to my surprise) texted me an address , and we agreed a time in the afternoon and a price (£60 for 30 mins). Later that day I find myself crawling around the M25, and Waze (note to self: remember to delete the postcode from recent destinations  ) takes me some crazy route to avoid roadworks and the Friday afternoon traffic.

The venue:
A newish block of flats, just off the A4 in Langley, not far from Kedermister Park. I pulled up in a road not far away and texted - "Come and park then call" was the reply - so found my way into the parking around the flats. Fairly rammed, ended up parking waaaaaay at the end of the rabbit warren of blocks in a visitor's space. Called - and this is where I started to realise that things weren't going to get better - and was given a number of a flat. No idea where it was, so I'm immediately That Guy from out of town walking from block to block trying to work out the numbering system. Eventually I found it and tried to buzz in. Didn't work. I'm there long enough that some other visitors arrive, get buzzed in and I follow them in and work out that the flat I want is on the first or second floor, thinking I may just knock, or call when I'm on the floor below. As I climb I can hear conversation and as I climb the stairs I realise that, directly opposite the door I'm after, the visitors are chatting away with their hosts. I ain't going to stand there and get a magic door greeting while four pairs of eyes watch me, so I go back downstairs and wait. I get a call - "Are you coming up?" - I try and explain but I'm not sure it's understood. Finally they leave, and I scurry up the stairs, knock the door, and am let in.

The SP
Well, I'm pretty sure it's the same woman as in the photos, but... hmmm, I'm not sure which decade they're from. In the way that one often does, I find the photos attractive, but in person, she's not attractive at all. She's staight on with the "Darling you are staying...?" and I think she senses I'm up to walk. Someone else - probably another girl - is elsewhere in the flat, I'm not sure if there's another punter. She takes off her robe and her skin is blotchy, her boobs look weirdly unnatural and my hand moves from feeling for the notes in my pocket to working out where my car keys are. This isn't a good use of money or time, and despite the urges I've had which made me go against my better judgement and make a booking, I'm down the stairs, back to the car, and back to the M25, feeling frustrated but relieved that I'm not leaving with even more regret than I'm already packing.

Would I visit (again)?
Absolutely not. I saw recently that she appeared in an AW Saved Search for somewhere I'm regularly in, and the prospect made me shudder. And not in a good way...

[Charlie Chalk]

A few days early but a Hallowe’en horror story nonetheless.

Good on you for walking, and for realising you’d been an arse to go back to her in the first place!

[JonasG]

She screwed me years ago IIRC. Had a mini argument on the phone from what I remember cos she couldn't see me at the arranged time.

[DouglasReynholm]

Well done for walking Dave. I'd forgotten about this diva until I saw your review. About 4 years ago I saw her on AW - her main profile pic External Link/Members Only was that same one. She'd had two positives and a negative here as I remember. I phoned her to book and as I asked her to confirm services she told me I couldn't fuck her and that she only did oral. She knew I'd lost interest as soon as she said this. Her profile said "A" Levels (at discretion) as it does now so I asked her how much for anal - and I got:

"Leessen darleenk, I cannot let all deese men furrk me in de ass, I just can not okaaaay?" So I said what about your pussy and she said "no pussee, I cannot do, you come here I suck your cock blow your mind, okaaay baybee?" Come in mouth, I asked. "Yes, you come in now, I am free." Free!? "Yes you know, you give me sixty pound." Trying not to giggle at her accent I just said, thanks for your time. And she said "You bozo. You waste your time. You call me up won't come here, you no good..."

And she continued in Portuguese for a while: it was me who hung up. Seemed to be in dire need of some cash. I wish I could remember what else she said, it was pure comedy, I wish I'd recorded it.

So I walked at the phone call, but I'd recommend phoning her just for the comedy, darleenk!