Hilarious Hijinks...(or not)
So I get a call last night, about 6 pm, nothing out of the ordinary. We chat, amicably, discuss my restrictions & rate etc., and he agrees to phone to confirm at 9 pm. It's multiple hours, or possibly an overnight, *(edit) but I do not request a deposit or email transfer, as this has never been my practice. As the night goes by, I get texts & phone calls asking about my availability for the evening. I express my regrets to all four of them, and agree that if the appt doesn't go ahead, I'll attempt to contact them back. At 9:20 he calls, and we confirm again. Outcall to Coquitlam, and I am to meet him at 11 pm. At 9:30 I go into the tub, make sure that everything that needs to be is smooth and sexy. I get made up, dressed in the requested style & head across the toll bridge.
At 10:55 I arrive in our designated meet spot. A few minutes later, big shiny white vehicle rolls up. I send another text, get "2 mins" back in response. I figure White Vehicle is him, but can't tell...Then WV guy gets out of the vehicle, wanders over my car and we begin a very strange conversation. I realise VERY quickly that this is not the person I have been talking to and he doesn't know exactly what's going on either. Based on the way he presents himself to me, I figure he's there looking to score coke; and when he starts reaching in my window to stroke the side of my coat, I figure I should roll. I do.
Then I get a text from Buddy 1: he can't make it, because a family member has been in an accident. To help me out and not waste my night, he has sent someone in his place. Dude in WV, who seemed to have NO idea that he was supposed to be meeting an escort, or even a woman for that matter! When he approached my car, he asked if I had seen anyone standing out front of it waiting for somebody. (What else would people be doing meeting up in front of a closed retail establishment at 11 pm except drug deals or...???) Over an hour of ridiculous back and forth ensues, the upshot of which is, it seems we have a solution to the wasted night, and I go to WV's place, because I am assured by Buddy 1 that all is well and I am safe, and will be 'treated right' and fairly compensated. Problem is, WV does not know my rate, my restrictions, or how any of this works, or "why he should pay for what he is used to getting for free", as he claims he's a fitness model...(and I am a 30 year old Hooters girl!) He says he's willing to compensate me, because Buddy 1 did say something about that, but the expected amount seems to absolutely boggle him...I maintain my cool, stay professional, because shrieking like a fishwife does me no good. I am not in danger, though I am radiant with anger. At midnight, exasperated to death & pissed beyond words, I call the dog, piss on the fire and head home. No multiple hours, no cancellation fees, just a wasted night...Here's the last text I received.
"I apologize...(family emergency) He lives close by so I thought I could help you out. He's a stud and a gentleman. Thought you guys would have fun. Not always about money although he does have some to spare."
Leolist isn't a dating site. Neither is this. I don't fuck recreationally. (Well, I DO, but I don't advertise it HERE!!!) This is how I earn my living. I am really glad that I was not counting on that fee to make my rent today, or pay my gas bill, or feed my family or take care of my pets. If that had been the case, the tone here might be quite different. I am also glad that WV was not some big aggressive musclehead (or small wiry dickhead!) that figured he could take advantage & steal some p888y since it was there for the taking...It was an aggravating hassle. Could have been much worse, but still wasn't much fun! I don't know which I hate more: being treated like a cheap whore, or being treated like a dumb whore*.
To the PERB member who was so disappointed I could not see him...that makes two of us! To the ladies of PERB: Please pm and I will give you the number of this chucklehead.
Just another day...
(Dumb, of course. Dumb is worse than cheap.)