Judge for yourself whether this is a bit harsh to be a negative... but after leaving a string of positive reviews it's actually quite nice to prove to myself that I'm not as much of a fluffy as I thought I was!
I e-mailed Carmen early this morning to see if she was available for an hour incall this evening around 18:30-19:00ish. She replied a few hours later to say yes she was and that she was located in the XXXXXXXXXXXXXX apartments behind a certain nasty budget hotel chain in Leeds city centre and to see a booking request. Result thought I as I know the apartments from going to see a masseur who operated out of there. I dutifully sent a booking request for 18:30 and sent a further e-mail asking whether she wanted me to call when I was outside.
I subsequently got into work which unfortunately is one of those buildings that acts like a farraday cage so the best mobile internet signal I can get is GPRS. Around 14:00ish I get a yahoo notification that I've got an AW email which I can't read due to being at work and shite signal.
I leave work and finally reach an area with good signal - log into aw and read the email. It was Carmen asking when would be a convenient time to call me to confirm the details of the booking. I replied apologising for the lateness and saying that I'd be free in 5-10 minutes. This was 17:15ish - she read my reply and no phone call. I had a shave and a shower and got ready in the vain hope that the punt was still on. At 18:15 I give up and assume it's not happening.
At 18:30 my punting phone rings with a blocked number - I answer and it's Carmen asking if I'm still on for 19:00 (wtf thought I the booking was for 18:30?) anyway - she sounds really nice on the phone with a sexy voice so I think with my cock and say yeah absolutely I can be there for 19:00. She says she'll ring me at 5 to 19:00 to tell me where to go.
I drive into Leeds city centre and park up at 19:00. No phone call. I walk to the apartments hoping that the phone will ring. Nothing. I walk round the apartments - nothing. I go back to my car (it's now 19:10) and my phone rings. She tells me that it is room 1xx and to push the numbers and call when I get to the building. So i walk back to the building - dial 1xx call and nothing happens. Luckily another guy goes up and dials a number and the door opens so I follow him in. Walk up the stairs but the first level is the second floor which all start with a 2 so I think wtf, go down the stairs and find car park in the basement Get in the lift and there is no first floor! I'm quite pissed off now and think she's just jerking me around.
Each time she's called me its been from a blocked number so there's no way I can call her to find out where the fuck she is. So I send her an aw email telling her that I got in but couldn't find her room number and that perhaps it would be a good idea to buy a cheap punting phone so that if a chap is lost he could ring her and get directions!
I give up and go back to my car. Sods law just as I pull away my phone rings and it's Carmen giving me some grief because she'd been trying to call me (I only had one missed call that must have been when I was crossing the road).
I explained that I got into her building but couldn't find her room number, she couldn't understand how I got lost, so I explained where I got in - then she said that's xxxxxxxxxauto-censored I'm in xxxxxxxxxxx West. In my head I heard North (which is the one I know) - fuck only knows where West is. For all I know it's the other side of the city.
Anyway - she's being arsey with me, I'm being arsey with her - so we call it quits and say we may try again another time.
Absolutely the worst organised punt I've ever had the misfortune of not getting any action out of.
Every other sane escort I've seen either emails or texts the address so fuck ups like this don't happen. They then give you a phone number you can ring in case you have problems finding the building or getting into it.
So on the plus side I still have £110 in my pocket that I can give to a far more organised escort later in the week.
I'm most annoyed because she looks my type and I've never shagged a scottish girl.
Am i being harsh?
I checked the emails she sent me and all she said re location was that she was in the XXXXXXxxx apartments behind the XXXXXXX budget hotel. No mention of West there. I suppose she must have said "west" in one of the phone calls but I have no recollection of it. The first time I heard "west" was when i was driving away with my mood well and truly killed.
To be balanced Carmen has got some good reviews on AW and on a certain other forum that shall not be named - so I'm optimistic that if I had actually got to see her I would have had a good time. Unfortunately she doesn't know how to communicate and I don't know how to listen (a fatal combination!)
I always prefer the girl to text me their address and room number because with the prepunt nerves kicking in I normally am a gibbering idiot anyway so it's good to have something in black and white to refer to
Very very disappointing