V much liked the look of her, but no reviews or feedback I could see. Time for a TOFTT, then.
Called the other day around 3pm and made an appointment for 4pm at her gaff. Confirmed by both of us via text. Fetched up on time, but she was 'busy'. Waited 20 mins in the dick-shrivelling cold, but experience teaches us very quickly that there's never a good outcome to this sort of event, and standing outside an Islington council block, trying to look inconspicuous, is something I'm just too old to do.
By the time she was finally ready, I was already in a warm taxi and off elsewhere. Got some half-assed excuse by text, but I am really not interested. Diary management ought to be one of the very few basics of tart-dom, and yet so few seem to be able to deal with it. And events like this remind me why I almost never do incalls any more.
Shame, because the short, big-titted, dirty blonde look is my current 'thing' but there's not exactly a shortage out there these days.