[QUOTE=Dodgeboy27; 1158266]Blonde chick. Advertises on BP now and then. Ads used to contain a pic but not anymore. Not the Taylor claiming to be back from Vegas. Older. Mid 30s. I saw her some time back but she called me on Monday interested in getting together. I happened to be in town and close to where she was and said I'd stop by. I got to the notel and called and she was "20 minutes from the place". Disgruntled, I opted to wait. 20 minutes. Nothing. 30 minutes. Nothing. 40 minutes. Gone. As I'm driving back to my place she calls (over an hour later) wanting to know where I am. Told her how long I waited and that we'd have to resl I did seh.
It didn't end there.
Well I saw her tues. Same type crap. I get to said notell, on brook, she is sitting out side, we make deal, she goes gets the key, we play for about 20 minutes. We agreed on 45, body ok, kinda skanky, but clean. Will not re peat.
Same basic setup yesterday. She calls me and I verify that she is AT THE NOTELL before I head over. By "verify" I mean she said she was there. I don't care enough to call the place and ask for her room as I don't live that far away. When I get there, I notice there are no cars in the lot, but I knock on the door. Twice. No answer. I leave because I'm rapidly losing interest and I make other plans. Taylor calls me wanting to know where I am and I told her I had been there, knocked (twice) and left. As I'd made other plans I told her I needed to make a call and I'd call her right back. I call and move my plans and head back. When I called Taylor back (twice) her phone rang and rang and then went to voice mail. I'm a very patient guy and don't get mad, and in fact pull into the parking lot at her place, noting a car (older model Honda) in front of her door, when she called me back wanting to know where I was. I told her I'd called her twice and also that I know she hadn't been in the room when I was there before because now there's a car in front of her place and told her I don't deal with liars (which is a lie, but I've met less non-liars in this hobby than I have fingers on either hand). She said she must not have heard the phone when I called back (the rooms must be huge at the palatial manse she was staying at on Brook Road right by the cycle shop).
Parking by the Honda, I get out and head back to her room.
Then I notice the line of puke leading from the passenger side door to the door of her room.
Needless to say I've still not seen Taylor and have no plans to do so. Thank goodness I knew someone nearby. Still turned into a good evening. My advice would be to continue to look with extreme doubt at any providers named Taylor. [/QUOTE]Well I saw her tues. Same type crap. I get to said notell, on brook, she is sitting out side, we make deal, she goes gets the key, we play for about 20 minutes. We agreed on 45, body ok, kinda skanky, but clean. Will not re peat
