External Link/Members OnlyThis was the day before yesterday (Wednesday 29 March).
I’ve, perhaps rather arbitrarily, scored this "no-show" as a neutral rather than a negative, because communication was good (unlike in the other case the same day) – and the visit hadn't been carefully planned and agreed long in advance.
Anyway, Plan A having failed (see my last review), and my Plan B not being available, I thought I’d try Plan C.
I think I’ve only once before seen a Brazilian, more years ago than I care to remember – a friendly girl called Ruby with massive tits who worked at Aalisha’s brothel in the Triangle at Bournemouth.
The reason I generally hesitate to penetrate the forests of Brazil is quite simply the feedback Brazilians tend to get on this site – which (often) consists of the information that the girl was much older than the age given and (sometimes) of doubts being expressed as to whether the girl actually started life in her current gender.
However Faby Faby looked pretty good – assuming the pictures are up to date – so, having been stood up in Leigh Park, I thought I’d give Havant a go.
Faby Faby was friendly on the phone and, when I asked if she’d be free in around twenty minutes – at 3.30 – she told me that would be fine. She said her flat was in East Street, and she would text me the exact address.
So I moseyed on from Leigh Park to Havant. By the time I got to East Street, however, there was still no text. So I rang again. The call went to Voicemail.
A couple of minutes later, I got a text: “I am sorry delay I am out I will be back in 30 min”.
How could she so suddenly have gone out? More likely is that someone else turned up.
Now we all know that we may be on a conveyor belt, but it’s slightly off-putting when that seems fairly obviously to be the case. Also I’d slightly gone off the boil by then.
So I replied that 4.00 was too late for me and maybe I’d visit another day.
She sent back a sad smiley.
She seemed a nice girl. Possibly I missed a very pleasant encounter.
Anyway, I instead toddled off to Superdrug – I’ve always been a bit of a Superdrug addict – and bought a few things there.
The girl on the till was absolutely charming – pretty and friendly and smiley. And do you know something? I actually wondered whether one minute’s verbal interaction with this delightful girl had actually boosted my spirits more than half-an-hour of “cold, unloving, rubber-insulated sex in a seedy room” (to use Mr Justice Caulfield’s famous words in the 1987 Jeffrey Archer libel case).
After leaving Superdrug, I visited the relatively new Havant Aldi, which I hadn't been into before. I thought it was stunning.
So, Wednesday’s final score was: Havant Shops 2, Havant Hookers 0.
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