So the strangest thing happened to me today.  I was stood up in the strangest possible way.  It all started a couple of weeks ago when I got a text message from a guy who was interested in having me visit his hotel suite.  Let’s call him ‘Fred,’ for argument’s sake.  Fred and I exchanged messages back and forth for two weeks, figuring out the details and logistics of our meeting.  We finally set a date for yesterday, Friday afternoon, for 3 hours with the possibility of more if we’re having a good time.  He had a few special requests that I was happy to cater to, as well he insisted that I be prompt.  In fact, he even wrote 3 different messages expressing how important it was that I not be late.  No big deal.  It is very common for girls to be late for a private appointment, especially when she’s meeting at her client’s hotel room, as she has to arrange transportation there which can sometimes be a contributing factor depending on if they drive, or hire a driver, traffic conditions that day, etc.  I just made sure to leave extra early in case of unforeseen delays.

I arrive at his hotel suite, perfectly on time, and I’m greeting by a tall, and quite nice looking Italian man, who’s maybe in his early-mid thirties.  He’s a complete sweetheart, and we get a long famously.  One of the Olympic hockey games is on, and we watch a little bit  of it while chatting and getting to know each other.  We have some great conversations, and we completely agree on many things, one of which being how much we both value honesty.  After a bit more conversation we decide to head to the bedroom so I can give him a nice massage, and get him good and relaxed before we heat things up  I give him my best, and do a fantastic job for over an hour, and he even compliments me on my strength, commenting how deceiving I am, being so slight yet strong.  Frank even asked me to ease up a bit at one point –  I guess a lot of girls who offer to give massages aren’t very good at it!  Anyway, we go on after the massage to have a great time together, and after he is fully exhausted, I give him a nice massage to relax a little more before I head out.  It was such a nice afternoon, and I was so happy that I decided to meet Frank in the first place.

Now, Frank wanted me to stay longer, in fact, he asked me to spend the whole night!  I was flattered, and even considered it, but out of respect offered that I had been giving my all, and wouldn’t be up to the same level of energy as I just was – and perhaps we might want to schedule to meet on a different day when I could give him my best.  He was slightly disappointed, but was happy to suggest we meet the very next day.  I had to check my schedule (which I keep at home) but I told him I thought my night was clear for Saturday, and that I’d text him when I got home to confirm.  Turns out I had another fellow asking if I was available for that same night, so I asked Frank what time he’d like to meet, as I might need to turn away someone in order to see him again, which I was happy to do since we got along so well.  He said he’d like to meet from 7 until 11pm, and I told the other fellow that I would be unavailable for that evening.

Okay, all seems fine so far, right?  Well here’s where it starts getting weird.  It’s now Saturday afternoon, and I’m beginning to get ready for my date.  I’m taking extra care shaving for him, did my makeup all cleopatra-like sexy, even curled my hair.   I wanted to make myself extra sexy for him tonight, and probably ended up spending a good 3 hours getting ready!  At about 5pm I text him and ask him if he’s checked into his hotel, and to let me know which suite number I’d be going to.  I got no reply.  No big deal, there was still time.  I was hesitant to phone, as the previous night he’d answered his phone a couple of times and said ‘I’m sorry, she’s unavailable at the moment,’  so I was unsure if perhaps he shared a phone line with a wife/girlfriend and I didn’t want to cause trouble.  We had only established a texting relationship thus far.  Anyhow, an hour goes by and I write again, and again I get no response.  I write at 6:15, 6:30, and then I finally phone, because I remembered how much he stressed that I be prompt the night before, and I needed 15-20 minutes to get to his hotel, and this would be cutting it close.

No answer.  I leave a voicemail saying I’ve been texting, and perhaps my messages aren’t going through, and could he please phone me back, so that he can tell me where to meet him.   Still, I hear nothing from Frank.  Now my driver arrives.  At this point, Frank writes a few frantic messages saying he hasn’t heard from me, am I still coming, and why haven’t I replied to his message?  So I ask to use my driver’s phone in case perhaps the problem is on my end… although that doesn’t make much sense, as I did get his voicemail, with the greeting message in his voice.  Anyhow, I text from my driver’s #, and get no response.  I phone him from my driver’s phone and it goes straight to voicemail.  I wait a few minutes and call again.  It rings about 3 times and then goes to voicemail.  I then get a message to my driver’s phone saying: “Please call me if U get this text PLEASE! Waiting for U at my hotel! Frank”  So I write back saying I’ve been texting and calling, getting no response, and even left voicemail.  I ask him to phone me from the hotel phone as I suspect his phone may be the problem.

No reply.  I then get a series of frantic messages saying he’s in the lobby bar waiting for me.  I call again, and again 2 more times, from both my number and my driver’s number. Sometimes it goes right to voicemail, other times it rings out to voicemail, and sometimes it will ring only 2 or 3 times before going to voicemail.  Unusual.  I phone the hotel and ask for the lobby bar, speak to the bartender asking if he could see if there was a ‘Frank’ there waiting for Violet, as I was unable to reach his phone.  There was no one there, said the bartender, but of course I cannot rely on that, I don’t know for certain if he really checked.   I head to the hotel anyway, figuring I’ll go to the lobby bar and at least try to find him that way.  I write to him again, asking what suite number, so I can just meet him at his room and not worry about this phone problem.

No reply.  I arrive at the hotel and look around the lobby bar.  It’s pretty busy, but he is no where to be seen.  I wait around for a good 15 minutes to no avail.  I finally head back home, having to pay my driver (obviously!) and feeling hurt and disappointed.  Not only because I wouldn’t be seeing Frank again (we had such a nice time!), but because I had wasted my time getting ready, wasted my money on a driver when one wasn’t needed, as well as lost over $1000 from a client I had to turn away in order to make this non-appointment.   The strangest part is how unlike his character it was for him to do this to me.  He seemed so concerned with punctuality and honesty, it made no sense.

I got a message later from him, saying “thanks, Violet. Later!” as though frustrated that *I* stood *him* up?!  I phoned – again no reply.  I texted him telling him I phoned, left voicemail, texts, phoned the lobby bar, even showed up and waited for him, but he was no where to be found.  I asked him to phone me again, and never heard from him again.

So strange.  I feel terrible that we were unable to reach each other – but really, what more could I have done?  I didn’t know his last name to ask at the front desk to call his suite (even if they can’t tell me the #, no worries), I went to the hotel myself looking for him… he had my phone number and now my driver’s number.  He replied to a text message from my driver at one point, so I *know* that at least one of my messages went through – as my driver’s number is unlisted, and not published anywhere.  He could have phoned.  EVEN if his phone was not working for whatever reason, he could have used the phone in his suite, or the courtesy phone in the lobby.  Something.  Anything!   I feel angry at losing time and so much money, and disappointed in not seeing him again, and so damn frustrated over the whole situation.

If he didn’t want to follow through with his appointment, he could have just said so.  I hate to think that this was intentional, but it does seem suspicious, no?  Anyway, so now I have a Saturday night to myself, I’m all dolled up, and no place to go!  Anyway, I guess I just wanted to share this story to see what you think might have happened?  Do you think I handled the situation well and if not, how would you have done things differently?

xo Violet

p.s. here’s a snap shot of me earlier after I’d finished getting ready, just for fun =)

This entry was posted on Saturday, February 27th, 2010 at 9:01 pm and is filed under sex industry related. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.