For my first post after months of lurking I'd hoped for something more positive.Bait and switch.
I called Daria at lunch time on Saturday and arranged a 22:00 meet on Saturday night. Communications were good; prompt and clear.
When I got to the flat in Paisley Road West the girl I met looked enough like my memory of Daira's pictures for me not to be immediately suspicious. It was also only my second punt and I didn't really feel able to start asking questions. Actually, that's a bit of an understatement. I was struggling to put two words together.
The girl I met was definitely not the Daria pictured in the AW profile. Not only was she not the girl in the pictures, she wasn't willing to kiss me (french or otherwise), her tits were non-existent, her nipples were too "sensitive" to be touched, and the girl was as skinny as a rake. After a session I pointed out that she wasn't the girl I thought I was arranging to see and she admitted that Daria was supposedly on an overnight out-call. The girl I met did tell me her name but I can't remember what it was other than it started with an 'R'.
I've read a lot about Romanian girls on here and I thought maybe it was a bit of sterotyping but this experience ticked all the boxes; passive, uninterested, unenthusiastic, and generally a bit shit.