This is a strange one. Could have written it up as a negative review but our meeting was never finally confirmed and I never saw her, so I decided to post it here instead. The basic problem is that Brighton-based Dolly, who has been on tour in London for the last week, changed her mind at the last moment about seeing a guy as old as me.
I was pretty turned on when a horny-sounding profile from a possibly genuine 18-year-old turned up in a London AW search. I liked the face pics in her PG and thought her feedback didn't look too suspect, so I got in touch. In our initial emails she had asked me my age, and I told her truthfully that I was 59. She said that I was above her usual limit so, sorry, she wouldn't see me (though no such thing is mentioned on her profile as far as can tell). Just to show her I'm not some decrepit fat old git I sent her a picture of my distinguished professorial countenance with a few lines about how tall, fit, happy and charming I am (all true!) I was rather pleased when she came back at once with: "I will be happy to see you!"
So we started to set up a two-hour incall at her Clerkenwell premises for 7pm last night, and when I sent an AW message seeking confirmation in the afternoon she replied with some info about services and confirming the price. Then, only half an hour after that, she sent the following message: "Hi, age is bothering me sadly so for the time-being will leave it. If I change my mind I will let you know. Sorry. Dolly. X
I haven't written this up as a negative because I think she was genuinely conflicted about seeing someone she probably thinks is due to be measured up for a coffin. When I was 18 anyone over 40 seemed incredibly ancient. In the end I found an alternative outlet for my lust, saw two girls in their early 20s in a duo booking and used my tongue to make one of them come so hard she collapsed into a happy, giggling, quivering wreck. We oldies know what to do! (review of that encounter to follow, of course).