So in reference to my previous thread, I followed my own advice. The is the girl I went to see:
External Link/Members OnlyThis isn't a review because nothing happened.
Go ahead and read all those amazing fucking reviews on her profile. She's English and the same age as me so I thought I should go and see what the fuss was about and boy was I disappointed. I fell prey to the false integrity of agency reviews. However, this agency has a tendency where the girls actually look better than their photos and I've used them before and not been disappointed.
Everything seemed so promising; I was excited, weather was fantastic, I was listening to a great song on the way and I was genuinely for the first time not nervous. I was outside ringing her apartment through the intercom and she was taking a very long time to respond. So many people were walking past me on the streets, no discretion here. A man and a woman walked past right in front of me to get into the building. Get to her apartment and I see a very lacklustre face. She looked a bit lifeless too. Her expressionless face whilst looking at me didn't help either.
I walked in, she closed the door and made her way through the bedroom. At this point I said "Actually, I've changed my mind" and started walking back towards the door. I mumbled what I said, so she didn't understand. She then said "Oh, you need a minute?"
I opened the door and walked away. For me the whole point of seeing escorts is to be intimate with women way out of my league. On this occasion, I certainly did not find her attractive. It was so relieving knowing that the money was still in my pocket and it was certainly not the end of the world because there are better encounters out there to be made.
Well it seems like walking away is more of a psychological than a physical affair, for me anyway. Why are we afraid to walk away? Is it because we don't want to offend the escort? Bullshit! We all know these women do not give a fuck about us other than the paper in our pockets. I mean, the recent Channel 4 documentary gave an insight in what they really think of us.
Walking back home, I contemplated on what would have happened had I stayed. Maybe those critically punter acclaimed reviews on her profile
were true. I don't know. If I didn't find her attractive then there was no point in going any further.
The rest of the day consisted of me sneaking in someone's back garden and pretending I was a carrot.