Bad luck for this ol' chap
I'm going to begin with a disclaimer--I've been away for a while. No, no. No need for ticker-tape. That being said, I attempted to find previous posts on both girls I talk about bellow, to no avail. Maybe I'm a nincompoop who can't remember how to operate the site. Even if that's so, cumulative experiences serve to strengthen our collective understanding of these [I]fiiiine[/I] specimens.
1. [URL]http://daytona.backpage.com/FemaleEscorts/style-sexy-and-original-29/10559250[/URL].
Quite a face, eh? Such gravity! Such seriousness of purpose! I was hoping she'd channel that intensity onto my nethers. Buuuut we couldn't get past the effing phone. Now, I'm not the first to concur, but the previous post by reverend T espousing the importance of a nice "chat" prior to the dance is [I]crucial[/I]! This seems to be a recurring theme with me (see previous posts). After a period of reflection, let me be the first to admit that I prefer to maintain a conversational style when approaching dreams--I'm not "all business"and maybe they take that as a sign of insincerity. I am, however, calling to set a date which is quite impossible when they fail to call you back. 3 hrs later she texted me an opera about her gf and theft, and needing a place to stay. And that's when I made it clear that I was only interested in meeting her for fun. Final assessment: flake.
2. [URL]http://daytona.backpage.com/FemaleEscorts/la-bella-vitamake-your-life-beautiful-call-bella-25/10472039[/URL].
This one. Oh ho ho! Th [I]iiiiisssssss[/I] one. Let the record show that I am aware of previous posts disputing the gender of this person, or some person with the same name. For what it's worth, my bet is that this person is female. Alright, I texted her this morning around 8 am, to see if she was up and available. She immediately responded. I called, and eventually we got to chatting. Honestly, this part was great. She was eager and enthusiastic to accomodate my somewhat out-of-the-norm requests, and in general, she was easy to chat with. We broke the huddle to shower, with an eye on meeting at 10 am, call to confirm at 930. I didn't hear from her, so at quarter after 10 I called, and she answered disoriented. She had napped. How sweet, no seriously I was jealous. There was a knock at the door, she asked to call me right back. Aaaaaaaand radio silence. Again. Well, save for the fact that [I]she posted an ad on bp[/I]. Ouch. Tough not to take that one personally. Whatevs, soldiering on. Final assessment: tony-the-tiger.
On a parting note, am I crazy? Why do I know nothing of tequila? I want to be friends with her hiney.