How would you compare her with.
[QUOTE=EdMonger;3359361]I visited Joy yesterday for the 2nd time. $$ for 1 hr. I had a great time again. She is an experienced, competent, mature GFE provider. Exactly what a senior like me wants and needs. Lots of teasing, caressing, and DFK before the main event. Her body is slim and smooth with great natural B cup boobies. To make a GFE date almost seem real both participants need to experience pleasure with each others mind and body. This is what happened for our hour together. Lots of DATY, DATO, BBBJ, and CFS in all positions. She allows me to lead which is exactly what I enjoy doing. She does have a lower back issue, but she knows how to work around it. No CIM, but I think this will happen next time I visit.
[URL]http://grandrapids.backpage.com/WomenSeekMen/come-experience-joy/29258450[/URL][/QUOTE]Generally speaking, how does she compare service-wise to Kandi, Ava, Honey, Christi in Kazoo, and now Mary Jo? Each are Greek friendly I believe.
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Petite skinny Brunette - 33 yr old. AVOID
Only contact her if you are looking for one of the worst provider experiences in the GR area.
[QUOTE=RonanCross;3361130]Any Intel on this one? No name to go on, and a search on the ad turned up zilch.
Thanks!
[URL]http://grandrapids.backpage.com/WomenSeekMen/petite-skinny-brunette/29423374[/URL][/QUOTE]
Re: Skinny Petite Brunette
Many thanks, Gentlemen. She's officially off next weekend's potential fun list.
Earned some stripes, the hard way.
[QUOTE=GrandRapidsMan;3357665]I don't feel any shame by telling you guys that I just got strongarmed, straight hpzzz.
I made an appointment with this woman earlier, taking great care to explain that if she was not the woman in the photo that I would not be interested, and that I would walk out as soon as the gig was up. She assured me that it was indeed her in the photos, and I even secured an additional photo via text to "prove" that she was indeed the woman in the ad.
We set up the incall appointment for Red Roof Inn (which I have heard bad things about, but ultimately decided to take a chance tonight), and then I arrived shortly after.
As soon as I stepped into the room, I immediately felt uncomfortable. The woman who answered the door was NOT who I had seen in the photos, and another woman emerged from the bathroom as soon as the door closed. It instantly felt like a sketchy situation, and I tried to play it off like "Oh, okay, I wanted to scope out the scene first, but let me run out to my car,. ".
Immedaitely, the burly black chick at the door stepped in front of the exit imposingly, and I tried to play it cool by laughing it off. "Look, nothing has happened," I said, "so just let me out and we can chalk this up to a misunderstanding. ".
The burly chick by the door said, "Oh hell no, sweetie, I got to have my donations. You stepped in my room so you got to pay me. " and blah blah, as she listed off a litany of reasons why I should pay her the agreed upon $150.
Obviously, I protested, and the other woman (who had entered from the bathroom) tried calming the situation by coercing me into bed, saying, "Come here baby, I want to get my pussy ate. " I laughed it off again, but told the woman at the door that she better get out of my way, and I tried reaching around behind her to grab the door handle. She started shouting, "Uh uh, don't fucking touch me, blah blah" and acting as if I was somehow assaulting her. At this point I realized that the other woman on the bed had her camera phone out and was recording me. I kept my composure, talking into the camera to create a video record of the altercation, and the burly chick at the door started talking over me, insisting that I had responded to her backpage ad for sex, and that I had sexually assaulted her and that I refused to leave the room. She tells me that she is about to call the cops, and I insist that she does indeed call them because I am so confident that I have done nothing illegal, and that my word as a young professional with a completely clean criminal history would stand up to these trashy chicks.
So, the burly chick calls my bluff and dials 9-1-1 on HER phone as the other one continues to record me. The burly chick begins to tell the operator that there is a white male in her room who responded to her backpage ad and that he has assaulted her sexually. I try to talk over the woman to tell the dispatcher that I am being held up in a hotel room by two hookers, and I try again to reach behind her to open the door, but she shouts into the phone, "Don't touch me!
At this point I begin to realize the implications of this altercation. I know that with my lawyer and my reputation that I could easily refute these false charges, but at what cost? How much money do I have to pay my lawyer to get me out of some bogus charges? What happens when my gf finds out about this pending legal matter?
The burly chick hangs up the phone and assures me that Kentwood police are on their way. I am still stalwart in my opposition to this con, and I try to reason with her that the police isn't going to be good for either of us. It is at this point that she demands half the original agreed upon price ($75) and she will let me leave. The other chick is still sticking her phone in my face, and I make a split second decision to offer $50 just to end this horrifying nightmare. I weigh the cost of my decision against the time, money, and anguish that would undoubtedly result from any altercation with LE. I decide that $50 is a small price to pay to avoid any unnecessary hassle, and she agrees. I begrudgingly retrieve a fifty dollar bill hidden in my 5th pocket, and I tell her that there is way more money to be made by being honest and forthright with customers. She steps aside and opens the doors and I emerge from the room with my ego bruised, but ultimately I feel like I avoided some larger calamity.
And now I sit in my car, at the McDonalds next to the Red Roof Inn, plotting some kind of revenge.
I realize entirely that I was set up and conned by some scummy, conniving bitches, but I am also at a loss about what to do in such a situation. What would you guys recommend?
Here is the link to these pieces of shit.[/QUOTE]Sorry to read of your nocturnal mission. Almost enough to make one pee themselves, right?
Most of us have been there, many in circumstances (and outcomes) even worse than yours. That you had the hutzpah to report it herein, kudos. Rather than become embittered, learn from the experience, grow, and move past it. Please do not take it out on your next dream provider.
You earned some of your stripes in that experience. This activity that we often euphemistically refer to as a hobby has its share of risks, this being one of them. At the same time as you are out hunting for a good dream, there are those that are out hunting YOU. Your looks, attitude, behavior, demeanor, and / or degree of command presence exhibited often make all the difference in how others size you up. These two were hunting a mark.
Sorry that it was you this time. Sharing the experience herein helps others avoid becoming a mark. Thanks for sharing.
Earned some of your stripes' albeit the hard way.
[QUOTE=GrandRapidsMan;3357665]I don't feel any shame by telling you guys that I just got strongarmed, straight hpzzz.
I made an appointment with this woman earlier, taking great care to explain that if she was not the woman in the photo that I would not be interested, and that I would walk out as soon as the gig was up. She assured me that it was indeed her in the photos, and I even secured an additional photo via text to "prove" that she was indeed the woman in the ad.
We set up the incall appointment for Red Roof Inn (which I have heard bad things about, but ultimately decided to take a chance tonight), and then I arrived shortly after.
As soon as I stepped into the room, I immediately felt uncomfortable. The woman who answered the door was NOT who I had seen in the photos, and another woman emerged from the bathroom as soon as the door closed. It instantly felt like a sketchy situation, and I tried to play it off like "Oh, okay, I wanted to scope out the scene first, but let me run out to my car,. ".
Immedaitely, the burly black chick at the door stepped in front of the exit imposingly, and I tried to play it cool by laughing it off. "Look, nothing has happened," I said, "so just let me out and we can chalk this up to a misunderstanding. ".
The burly chick by the door said, "Oh hell no, sweetie, I got to have my donations. You stepped in my room so you got to pay me. " and blah blah, as she listed off a litany of reasons why I should pay her the agreed upon $150.
Obviously, I protested, and the other woman (who had entered from the bathroom) tried calming the situation by coercing me into bed, saying, "Come here baby, I want to get my pussy ate. " I laughed it off again, but told the woman at the door that she better get out of my way, and I tried reaching around behind her to grab the door handle. She started shouting, "Uh uh, don't fucking touch me, blah blah" and acting as if I was somehow assaulting her. At this point I realized that the other woman on the bed had her camera phone out and was recording me. I kept my composure, talking into the camera to create a video record of the altercation, and the burly chick at the door started talking over me, insisting that I had responded to her backpage ad for sex, and that I had sexually assaulted her and that I refused to leave the room. She tells me that she is about to call the cops, and I insist that she does indeed call them because I am so confident that I have done nothing illegal, and that my word as a young professional with a completely clean criminal history would stand up to these trashy chicks.
So, the burly chick calls my bluff and dials 9-1-1 on HER phone as the other one continues to record me. The burly chick begins to tell the operator that there is a white male in her room who responded to her backpage ad and that he has assaulted her sexually. I try to talk over the woman to tell the dispatcher that I am being held up in a hotel room by two hookers, and I try again to reach behind her to open the door, but she shouts into the phone, "Don't touch me!
At this point I begin to realize the implications of this altercation. I know that with my lawyer and my reputation that I could easily refute these false charges, but at what cost? How much money do I have to pay my lawyer to get me out of some bogus charges? What happens when my gf finds out about this pending legal matter?
The burly chick hangs up the phone and assures me that Kentwood police are on their way. I am still stalwart in my opposition to this con, and I try to reason with her that the police isn't going to be good for either of us. It is at this point that she demands half the original agreed upon price ($75) and she will let me leave. The other chick is still sticking her phone in my face, and I make a split second decision to offer $50 just to end this horrifying nightmare. I weigh the cost of my decision against the time, money, and anguish that would undoubtedly result from any altercation with LE. I decide that $50 is a small price to pay to avoid any unnecessary hassle, and she agrees. I begrudgingly retrieve a fifty dollar bill hidden in my 5th pocket, and I tell her that there is way more money to be made by being honest and forthright with customers. She steps aside and opens the doors and I emerge from the room with my ego bruised, but ultimately I feel like I avoided some larger calamity.
And now I sit in my car, at the McDonalds next to the Red Roof Inn, plotting some kind of revenge.
I realize entirely that I was set up and conned by some scummy, conniving bitches, but I am also at a loss about what to do in such a situation. What would you guys recommend?
Here is the link to these pieces of shit.[/QUOTE]Sorry to read of your nocturnal mission. Almost enough to make one pee themselves, right?
Most of us have been there, many in circumstances (and outcomes) even worse than yours. That you had the hutzpah to report it herein, kudos. Rather than become embittered, learn from the experience, grow, and move past it. Please do not take it out on your next dream provider.
You earned some of your stripes in that experience. This activity that we often euphemistically refer to as a hobby has its share of risks, this being one of them. At the same time as you are out hunting for a good dream, there are those that are out hunting YOU. Your looks, attitude, behavior, demeanor, and / or degree of command presence exhibited often make all the difference in how others size you up. These two were hunting a mark.
Sorry that it was you this time. Reporting the experience herein helps others avoid becoming a mark. Thanks for sharing.
