Review by PHILMETANK, November, 2011
I happened upon Tina when the girl I was supposed to meet at a motel didn’t show. She said hello, had the look I like (thin, pretty face) and seemed quite friendly. Without much to go, on I decided to try her. Rather than comment on our initial acceptable encounter, after seeing her again, I feel compelled to warn others about this girl. I’d noticed that she’d called my phone. Unrequested phone calls are never a good idea and that should’ve clued me in. I called her and, after complaining that the first experience was quite rushed, (she had to meet her attorney regarding child abuse charges) she said she’d like the chance to make it up to me. Her phone manner is very sweet and smart and she has a great voice. Since it’s hard to find thin pretty spinner types at the lower end of the price range, I decided to give her another try. I called her the day before. We had a great conversation and made plans to meet around noon the next day. When I called her after my morning meeting, she said she’d been waiting for my call. Great line. When I got to her friend’s apartment, she asked me to wait a minute as they were just going to lunch. First she said they’d be working, now they were just going to lunch. Ay yi yi. A few minutes later she let me in to a filthy apartment with the power shut off. The lengthy conversation we’d had a on the phone the day before made me feel more rapport with her and I decided to overlook the surroundings. Despite seeing her before, she asked for the donation. That should’ve clued me in. I mentioned that it’s a turnoff and she said she does it so she won’t get ripped off. Yeah right. Before we could get started, she said she wanted to talk. Really? Was this her version of foreplay? I figured we’d take a few minutes to make small talk but she wanted to go into her sorry situation. In hindsight, it’s obvious that she was trying to prime me so she could get more than the amount we agreed to. She said she had to get things off her chest to get into the mood. What about my mood? I’m no Dr. Phil. After about 15 minutes of listening to her tale of woe, she took of her shirt and jeans. Finally some action. I tried kissing my new confidante but, unlike the first time together, it was no dice. After having a smoke and rubbing her for about 5 minutes, she starts asking me if I could help her out with some more money. She said she had to pay her friends to use their dump. I said, let’s see how things go for our half hour. I told her I’d be willing to pay extra for an additional pop. Evidently, that was the wrong answer as she stopped being the sweet victim and turned into a cold drama queen that was getting dressed. I asked her what about the half hour I’d paid for. She said, since I wasn’t willing to help her out further, she didn’t want to continue. Then she picks up her phone and starts telling her friend I thought I could stay for a few hours for the half hour donation. She really is a great liar. I'd say nearly everything she said was a lie, except about her numerous arrests for child abuse. Those I checked out. Don’t let her phone manner or fake BP pictures fool you. I’d avoid her at all costs.