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My bad experience of using Backpage for an escort

Since my job has me jumping all over the country at least four or five days every single week of the year (with only a handful of breaks in between), you can imagine that it’s a bit of a challenge for me to strike of any long-term relationships – or even drum up a bit of “one night stand” activity, for that matter.
Being a reasonably attractive, well-off, and young guy with a healthy sex drive, this is a major, major issue.
After talking (okay, complaining) about the situation to my buddies, they recommended that I give and escort a try the next time that I touched down in a new city. I wasn’t exactly jacked up about the potential at first, mostly because I wasn’t cool with paying for it – or at least I thought I wasn’t – but the alternative of going without AGAIN definitely wasn’t up my alley, either.
I bailed on the idea the next time that I was dispatched to Chicago, but when I bounced over to New York City right after that I decided that I’d at least give it a try. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?

Well, Mr. Murphy of Murphy’s Law must have been paying attention when I dropped that bomb.

After touching down in the city, checking into my hotel, and grabbing a quick bite to eat, I decided to fire up my phone and give Backpage a look.
I never expected to find quite as many girls that were up for a good time as are listed on Backpage, and all of a sudden I was feeling more and more game by the minute. I browsed around for a little while until I found someone that really hit all of my hot buttons, and after shooting them a quick message we arranged to meet up the next night.

What a mistake that ended up being.

Number one, the girl that arrived at my hotel door was absolutely nothing like I expected – and looked nothing like her pictures. Because I was feeling a little bit desperate and not a little bit lonely I decided to roll with it, at least until she dropped the bombshell on me that the “services” I had hired out for would cost twice as much as anticipated.
I know a good old-fashioned shakedown when I see one, and decided to bail completely. I don’t know if I’m going to be visiting Backpage again anytime soon.