Felt I needed to post this in the SW thread as well. Damn, I'm pissed over this one.
Worst experience ever.
Some of you may have read my post about seeing the WSW in the very obscure location. I saw her again today and gave her a ride. She seemed OK. I couldn't dream of her until tonight. She told me she had a safe in-call to go to. It's an older apartment complex in a safe, decent area. I had no reason to believe it was anything but. When I arrived she said she had just moved in. There wasn't any furniture anywhere in the place. She suggested we use a blanket on the floor. I should've left right then but didn't. Big mistake.
She told me on the phone that she needed a little bit extra to pay off her roommate so we can be alone. I ended up giving her. 7 for her company. Three minutes into it there's a knock on the door. She tells me it's her roomie. I tell her this is ridiculous and she assures me that she'll take care of it. I start thinking this is going very wrong and start dressing. Her version of taking care of it is letting in her black bf. He comes into the bedroom and tells me to hit the road. He didn't have to tell me twice. I was out of there.
Her name is Nicki. She's a WSW, about 25 or so, kind of chunky, brown hair just past her shoulders. She has tatoos of her three kid's names on her chest written in cursive writing. They're arranged in a type of triangle. I think she has braces on her teeth but I'm not quite sure. Her digits are 407-879-22XX. If you have those in your phone, I would suggest deleting them.
The limited service I was receiving before her bf came in is enough for me to tell you guys to never dream of her. You can damn well be assured I'll never contact her again.
I guess she works the Trail as well. I think she works the side streets near Michigan and OBT. She made mention of that this morning. Avoid, avoid, avoid!
Well Vino tops mine but here it goes
Decided to hit the trail tonight and was sorry I did. Nowhere in Gotham other than one nice, thick (but not fat) tall, blonde with long hair who was out near the mall. By the time I got the gist of where she wanted me to stop, I had to go out of my way to get there. (She didn't take my obvious hint to cross to my side of the 8-lane intersection.) Anyway. I threw the eventual U-turn to pull into her desired spot, but by the time I got there, she was getting into some lucky basta*'s car. After hanging in the area for what I considered a long enough amount of time, I decided to bug-out, because it looked like I missed my chance. On the way back to the crib, I passed literally NOTHING but a few (less than a half-dozen) urchins hanging out to find a ride.
Needless to say, it wasn't a good night at all.
C'mon New Year! It's got to get better soon. It's getting too cold up north to walk in heels and a skirt!
O. B. T. Orange Blossom Trail. 441, 17, 92
See the frequently asked questions for good directions, post # 2