Yesterday work was unusually soul-sucking (not the good kind), and my thoughts strayed to sex. I wanted to try something new--why not contact my first purely independent provider?
After a long time on Bedpage, I found beautiful pics that looks like they were taken in a real NYC apartment. Working at a desk for a long time with most of the blood rushing to my loins was starting to deprive my brain of necessary oxygen. Here are following red flags I blew past in this transaction:
1. I called and reached a Google voice mailbox. This alone would probably not be a redflag.
2. Texting got an immediate response, and the instruction after how asking long we should spend together was to pay with an AMEX gift card. Then, "she" asked my ZIP before giving me the general area of Manhattan she lived in. I gave her my work ZIP and she responded with a general area within 2 miles; specific address to follow after I sent proof of purchase of the gift card (see below).
3. I went to get the gift card (I know, I know, most of you would have stopped here....), and tried to call to confirm which card to purchase and how to prove how much is on it. The "woman" would not answer calls, but was very responsive to texts. It had to be an Amex card, and I had to take a picture of the receipt along with the front of the card itself ("she" said the CVV was on the back, and not to send a pic of that). "She" sent an address only a few blocks away.
4. Picture sent, I returned to the drudgery at my desk. Around 5:30, I called it quits early and headed towards the address. When I said I was on my way, she replied asking why I don't splurge for the full two hours. Why not? "What could we do with the extra hour?" "Anything you want baby." I headed to buy another gift card.
5. On the way, she asked if I could add $50 to the total and she would give me that much in cash upon arrival. Why not? I'm already out $300 for a 2h session of nuru and debauchery in a private apartment.
6. I arrive at the apartment and let the doorman know which unit I was visiting. He asked if I knew the name. "No, it is a blind dating service." We both knew that was a lie. I texted and "she" said her name was "Elsa" and would come get me after getting dressed.
7. After about 20 minutes, I wondered if "her" instructions for the gift card were misleading. I found I could check the balance through a special AMEX website and....both cards had been drained of funds. Sigh. I texted. "Looks like I've been had." Said to the doorman, "Well, I guess she isn't coming; that's life I guess." He nodded with an odd grin and I left the lobby.
Moral of the story...Look to AMP fellows for guidance in new adventures and think with your bigger head, not the engorged one.
Epilogue: the transactions said "pending" rather than "complete", so I took a chance and called customer service. After about 20-25 minutes, I reached a nice young lady who was actually able to reverse the transfer! It will return to my account in about 8 business days, and I have to call back in order to give them an address for a replacement card. Still, the lesson was slightly less painful. Then I went to new provider by the Port Authority, orgasmed twice and finished the night with ice cream and pizza.
After a long time on Bedpage, I found beautiful pics that looks like they were taken in a real NYC apartment. Working at a desk for a long time with most of the blood rushing to my loins was starting to deprive my brain of necessary oxygen. Here are following red flags I blew past in this transaction:
1. I called and reached a Google voice mailbox. This alone would probably not be a redflag.
2. Texting got an immediate response, and the instruction after how asking long we should spend together was to pay with an AMEX gift card. Then, "she" asked my ZIP before giving me the general area of Manhattan she lived in. I gave her my work ZIP and she responded with a general area within 2 miles; specific address to follow after I sent proof of purchase of the gift card (see below).
3. I went to get the gift card (I know, I know, most of you would have stopped here....), and tried to call to confirm which card to purchase and how to prove how much is on it. The "woman" would not answer calls, but was very responsive to texts. It had to be an Amex card, and I had to take a picture of the receipt along with the front of the card itself ("she" said the CVV was on the back, and not to send a pic of that). "She" sent an address only a few blocks away.
4. Picture sent, I returned to the drudgery at my desk. Around 5:30, I called it quits early and headed towards the address. When I said I was on my way, she replied asking why I don't splurge for the full two hours. Why not? "What could we do with the extra hour?" "Anything you want baby." I headed to buy another gift card.
5. On the way, she asked if I could add $50 to the total and she would give me that much in cash upon arrival. Why not? I'm already out $300 for a 2h session of nuru and debauchery in a private apartment.
6. I arrive at the apartment and let the doorman know which unit I was visiting. He asked if I knew the name. "No, it is a blind dating service." We both knew that was a lie. I texted and "she" said her name was "Elsa" and would come get me after getting dressed.
7. After about 20 minutes, I wondered if "her" instructions for the gift card were misleading. I found I could check the balance through a special AMEX website and....both cards had been drained of funds. Sigh. I texted. "Looks like I've been had." Said to the doorman, "Well, I guess she isn't coming; that's life I guess." He nodded with an odd grin and I left the lobby.
Moral of the story...Look to AMP fellows for guidance in new adventures and think with your bigger head, not the engorged one.
Epilogue: the transactions said "pending" rather than "complete", so I took a chance and called customer service. After about 20-25 minutes, I reached a nice young lady who was actually able to reverse the transfer! It will return to my account in about 8 business days, and I have to call back in order to give them an address for a replacement card. Still, the lesson was slightly less painful. Then I went to new provider by the Port Authority, orgasmed twice and finished the night with ice cream and pizza.
