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I would have posted in Ripoff Reports
I would have posted in Ripoff Reports, but I successfully avoided being ripped off. But it looked like that's the direction things were going.
Went fishing on CL tonight, got a response from Jonna. Pics attached. Two pretty obviously from better days, and one that potentially looks current. I'm a fan of the "Look, no track marks" pose, in which one can clearly see track marks. Didn't notice those when I saw it on my phone, but it's pretty obvious on the bigger screen of my laptop. Anyway, we exchange enough messages to figure out we're going to do this thing, but no donation or specific services discussed yet. I won't do that via text. Once you type it out and send it it's called "incriminating evidence. " I get directions to a no-tel on Ridgewood and proceed there forthwith. Don't want to say which no-tel since they didn't do anything wrong, but it's just a bit south of LPGA.
I'm instructed to text when 5 minutes away so she can be sure to be out of the shower when I get there, and so she can text me her room number. I park at a business across the street from her location and text "5. ".
Within about 15 seconds of sending that text a door on one of the rooms opens & out walks a tall, skinny, want-to-be-gangster looking cracker. No problem, I think, as I've had this happen before with boyfriends or management. As long as he takes a stroll down the street or gets in a car and leaves, we're all good. We were not, in fact, all good. He walks through a driveway that cuts between two parts of the motel, next to the last room in their building, and kind of hides halfway around the mostly dark corner, but I can clearly see that he's still there, peeking out at the parking lot every so often. "Well, that isn't very sporting," I think to myself. "If he's with her, he could ambush me from there, or come crashing through the door once I'm inside, or take some other nefarious, offensive action that would deplete my funds, hurt my feelings, and shatter my faith in humanity. " While I'm watching this go down, I get a text with her room number.
Not wanting to potentially be forcibly relieved of my folding money, I start the car up, drive about a half a block up the street where I can do a u-turn at a light, and drive right up into their parking lot to get a good close look at the room numbers. I do a slow roll-by and confirm that the room he exited is the room she gave me, and depart the parking lot without ever stopping. A couple of minutes later my phone starts blowing up with "Where are you?" and "What's wrong?" which rapidly devolve into very hurtful messages questioning my ancestry. Always trust your spidey senses, gents. And never trust the guy hiding around the corner who's probably MacGyver'd a shiv out of a bar of soap and a meth spoon.
Found her FB page after I returned home. Boyfriend in FB photos looks very much like the person who left her room, as best as I could tell from across the street at night. Very similar build and style of dress.
Cannot review since no dream happened. Cannot recommend, would not repeat. Zero stars out of 5.