Stacie Reviews

Just before leaving Staci asked what I was going to do for the rest of the evening? This is it, writing about my meeting with her. I have seen her adds fort many months, read good reviews and at least one that waved a danger flag. Since it has been many months aster the DANGER review, and I've seen at least one good review after DANGER, and she has dropped her price, I thought I'd give her a try? Staci returned my phone call within an hour, sounded pleasant on the phone, so I set up an appointment for an hour later. Even though I had basically every thing ready to go, and finished my shower before she called back, I still wound up leaving a little late. I called letting her know, offering to either cut my visit short if she had another appointment after mine, or let her know I had some extra cash to make up for any extra time. Her response was only “that happens.” I was encouraged by her reply assuming it wasn't an inconvenience to be running late. At that time she gave her street number and name so I could program that into my GPS—20 minutes late. I arrived exactly 20 minutes late parked on the street next to a building with the exact street number. As I was exiting my car I called so she'd know it was me knocking on the door. Oooops! That isn't where she lives, rather its a drive way for the complex where she lives. Drive down the drive way look for a certain color car, park next to it, with apartment #X. Driving down the gravel road I see one car of that color, no place to park next to it, no number on the apartment. As I keep driving I see another car of the same color ahead, pull up near it, no place to park next to it, no apartment number. I drive back to the front looking for apartment #s—now; back up to the last correct color car, aim my head lights at the apartment—no apartment number. I park in the middle of the drive way and call. I'm asked “what happened?” After explaining there are two cars with that color, neither of which I can park next to, and NO viable apartment numbers, I'm told to park on the walk way to her apartment next to her car and she'll open the door so I know which one. Once inside I'm greeted by a tall women warring less than casual clothing, the outfit suitable for house work. I hadn’t requested any particular clothing; but this casual, casual, casual was the first I've been greeted with. We sit down and start casual chatting for a couple of minutes. When I ask if there is anything she'd like to know about me, I'm told we have 20 minutes left because she didn't know I'd show up and booked an appointment right after our original time. I asked what she'd like to do? Reschedule me, come back back after the next appointment? Nope, she had to get up early. I was then told, as we both started undressing I now had 15 minutes. As she reached for a hat I asked if it would be inconvenient to delay the next appointment by a few minutes. Nope. Won't be a repeat customer.