Ginger

I met her at my hotel lobby as usual and she was very statuesque. At first I wasn't sure it was her because the hairdo on the picture she had emailed earlier was different and her pic had the face at an angle. Luckily I recognized the tatoo on her ankle. We went upstairs at the restaurant located on the top floor, which revolves around so we got to see the whole town from above. We had some pretty good chemistry, talked about my hometown, the show Sopranos, and her job as a hairdresser to various local actors. I think she enjoyed my slight New York accent and mannerisms.
We didn't meet for another 2 weeks, as she was scheduled for boob surgery the following day. The surgeon did a great job, as I found out later. She did everything. 6 months later I find out, by luck, that she turned professional escort, with her own website and reviews on TER, i.e. the whole nine yards.
I was looking for a sugar baby, not a prostitute, so I cancelled our next date. She replied "Well we didn't have chemistry anyway". Bullshit! And, of course, she really liked the money I gave her. Go figure! What a waste of time that was.