Straight goods guys, here we go from my visit last night:
After overcoming my surprise and incredulity that I was actually talking to someone at 778-etc, I made an app't for 7:30. The Surrey location is discreet and is as-described by shana's friend: in strip mall behind a corner store. Shana's friend is pleasant on the phone (disarmingly so) and upbeat, bragging openly about 'rave eforum.xxx' reviews for shana. Suggested donation was reasonable: one brown, two greens for .5, one brown, 3 greens for 60min. So far, so good.
Perhaps it was the wait, perhaps all of those frustrating unanswered calls, but I was absolutely TEEMING with excitement at the prospect of this latin waif I could spin in circles around my engorged anticipation.
Well, as I entered the plain, dark room with the mattress on the bedroom floor, I came face-to-face with a 6.5 and an 'okay' body. Nothing horrible, don't get me wrong, but certainly below expectations.
I hesitated.......................................................................
said 'sorry', turned around and left. This only happens to me once or twice a year, but when it's not there, why waste even one green, that's my philosophy. So, here goes:
L: 6.5
A: 8 (judging by the gal on the phone)
S: n/a
Sorry fellows, I could see trouble around the corner: let down from my standards and I walked.
Maybe I'm just too picky, but we're talking ordinary here. No comments about the service, except to say that all were polite and honest. Happy pooning! Let me know if I missed out.