Had a right fuckwit tonight.
Just about to get my supper out of the oven about 22:10 when my phone rang. I let it go, but then it rang again, so I picked up, and it was another bloke with a query. Served up my food and texted the first man, apologising for missing his call, and saying I'd be free to speak after 22:45. At 22:25 he calls again... I reject it. He texts me and asks where I am, then immediately sends a second text asking for my postcode. I give him the first half and my town (which isn't quite where I say on my profiles for anonymity).
At about 22:47 he sends another text, but I don't get chance to read it before he calls - and announces that he's at the postcode I gave him... which must be an area of at least 10 square miles! I said I finish at 22:30 so couldn't see him: I'd assumed, like many men, he just wanted to know where I was for future reference. He started going on that I was out of order - FFS. I said it was irrelevant, because if he'd read any of my profiles, he'd know when I finish, that I never confirm a booking without a phone call, and that I need at least an hour's notice. He tried to argue that first contact was at 22:10, so I should be nearly ready. Give me strength...
He sounded young and thick, with that faux-ethnic style of 'street' speech. Now stored in my phone as 'Twat'.
