Here's a heads up for anyone who might be responding to an ad currently listed in The Toronto Star. She's a heavy set black woman in her forties who has advertised in the past under many different names, usually with her ad starting out, "Amazing massage..." Her ad is quite different this time however.
Well, she's back again in the Star ads, this time using the name "Angela". I had responded to this ad this morning as the phone number was different and I was not aware of who it was. Once on the phone to her I seemed to recognize her voice but I wasn't sure. When she asked if I wanted to make an appointment I replied yes but asked her whether she might have been the same lady I saw who lived in an apartment near Winston Churchill and The Collegeway. She must have really wanted to snare me because boy did she play dumb, not acknowledging the location I described! She just said she was near Eglinton and told me to drive to the Shell station at Winston Churchill and Unity and phone from there to get the address.
By this time my curiosity was piqued, so I drove to the Shell and called her again. In the meantime I had checked out the map to locate the street name I had recalled her being on. I also found her listed in my little notebook of past experiences which gave me the full address. Sure enough, when she started to give me the address it was the same street name and apartment number and I knew for sure it was her. I politely declined the appointment saying that I'd seen her before and hung up. A lucky escape!
Here is a previous thread that describes the gruesome details of her sessions:
http://www.massageplanet.net.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=29559&highlight=mississauga
Well, she's back again in the Star ads, this time using the name "Angela". I had responded to this ad this morning as the phone number was different and I was not aware of who it was. Once on the phone to her I seemed to recognize her voice but I wasn't sure. When she asked if I wanted to make an appointment I replied yes but asked her whether she might have been the same lady I saw who lived in an apartment near Winston Churchill and The Collegeway. She must have really wanted to snare me because boy did she play dumb, not acknowledging the location I described! She just said she was near Eglinton and told me to drive to the Shell station at Winston Churchill and Unity and phone from there to get the address.
By this time my curiosity was piqued, so I drove to the Shell and called her again. In the meantime I had checked out the map to locate the street name I had recalled her being on. I also found her listed in my little notebook of past experiences which gave me the full address. Sure enough, when she started to give me the address it was the same street name and apartment number and I knew for sure it was her. I politely declined the appointment saying that I'd seen her before and hung up. A lucky escape!
Here is a previous thread that describes the gruesome details of her sessions:
http://www.massageplanet.net.ca/vbulletin/showthread.php?t=29559&highlight=mississauga