I tried to book Risa, but she is still out, recovering from her auto accident. The guy on the phone suggested Miki. I looked at her profile, and thought she doesn't look her age (36), and that it could be an asset (experience), so I said okay. Big mistake. She showed up almost 10 minutes early. As soon as I opened the door, I was greeted by that foul old smoky bar smell, the one where the cigarette smoke (and other stuff) has been soaking in for a couple of years too long. Yuk. And the teeth revealed by her smile didn't make me feel any better. No way am I kissing that. I realized that I had forgotten to ask if she was a non-smoker, and mentally calculated the odds that I could cancel on the spot without being blacklisted: roughly 0.0000001. So, I decided to try to make a go of it anyway. Mistake #2. Getting to the heart of it: you know that recent post where Turtle said he's had experiences where he'd have been better off to throw the money out the window and have a good wank alone? This was one of those. I asked her to leave with more than 30 minutes remaining on the clock. Enough said.