When I was 19, I was a freshman in college still getting over the heartbreak of things not working out with my high school sweetheart, and it was especially painful for me when Valentine’s Day rolled around for obvious reasons. Because of her religion, we never had sex, and I felt an intense longing to lose my virginity, but I’ve never been the best at engendering relationships with the opposite sex, so the thought occurred to me to hire an escort for the occasion. So I went to the escorts section of Backpage (it was still a thing back then) to find one who I liked.
I eventually settled on a curvy 26 (or so I thought) blonde named Taylor (which was just an alias) and sent her a text asking to schedule an incall. We scheduled a 30-minute one (which was all I could afford) at the Quality Inn where she stayed for 2:00 PM that day after I got out of class. Because I didn’t have my driver’s license yet, I had to take the bus all the way to the other side of town about 5-10 miles and walk an additional stretch in the pouring rain to get to the hotel. When I got there I sat in the hotel lobby only to get a text from her saying that she’d be late because of work and that she had to delay our little get-together until 3. So I went and dinked around in the nearby library for an hour before then, and she texted me her room number and I went up to it and knocked on the door.