My thoughts on the cheerleader
I got no reply on the first few attempts. She hit me up a couple days later. We agreed on a time and then the games began. I knew what to expect. So, I stayed in the comfort of my living room, for the next few hours, as I received a regular stream of updates. She tells me the name of the hotel but can't remember the room number. She's on the can, in the shower, etc. Few more minutes. Over and over. Finally, green light to come up. I live close. So, I drive over. Knock on the door. It still takes like 3 min for her to open up. If you're not taking this personally, it really is hilarious.
Once in the room, everything was golden. Some wear and tear but she's petite, fit, pretty and has a lovely personality. We did what I wanted. She participated enthusiasticly.
Michelle is relatively unique among this generation of notels. Apparently, she still has a drivers license or at least has access to her own car. I suppose, when I made contact, she was out in the wild doing her hustle. During her 3 hour "almost ready" routine, she's not at the hotel. Keep that in mind.
She claims to be cleaned up, except for a prescription that she "lost" and now needs to acquire with help.
Do I call her on any of this BS? Hell no. It won't do any good.
Will I repeat? Hell yes. Early and often.