French Massage ad

[xantia]

Hello, gentlemen. I just noticed a new ad in the Richmond Hill Liberal. It reads: "Aryia's French Massage. Private home. Fun & relaxing. Monday - Sunday. 8am-8pm." [I'm not sure what the policy is here posting advertised phone numbers, but naturally the ad ends with her cell phone #.]

Anyway, I was hoping this was a Richmond Hill address given the publication, but it turns out she is located in the 401/Weston area. Evidently she is French (no noticeable accent, though) says she's blond, 140 lbs., and is here studying for a few years. $80 per half hour. She did sound decent on the phone, though.

Anyway, even though she's not in a convenient area for me, I'm thinking of giving her a try. The big attraction here is the private residence what with spa crackdowns these days. Before I embark, have any massageplanet.netites tried this lady yet? Thank you in advance.

All the best,
Mel

 

[dawg]

Hello again, gentlemen. Since nobody could provide any answers, I ventured out to the "French massage" lady myself. A complete waste of time and for once, I politely declined, telling her at the door that she wasn't my type. (To her credit, she wasn't upset with the no-sale.) Anyway, very plain woman, yellowish teeth, nothing remotely French about her (not even an accent), and no chest (which she falsely advertised on the phone as being "more than a handful" in terms of size (I now realize such a line is codespeak for flatness -- a busty MPA will be upfront with her measurement; i.e., "42DD".)

She was also heavier than she said ("130 lbs." -- more like 175 lbs.) and older (I think she said mid-30s -- more like late 40s.) Zero sex appeal, perhaps due to answering the door in the most plain dress I've ever laid eyes on. Apartment is a dump and the area is slighlty less than charming.

Sorry if I sound insulting -- that's not my intention. I'm just calling it like I see it. I just can't figure out why there are women like this in the business for I can see zero appeal and I do wish there was more honesty over the phone regarding questions. Otherwise, everyone's time is simply wasted.

Cheers,
Mel

 

[stloa]

She and probably many others get by on seeing unsuspecting customers. Even if there are a minimum of two walk-ins per day for her, that's $160 right there. That's sure more money than working some of the jobs out there.

 

[Tesco - very little help]

Yes, Ladies Man, your math is solid. The mystery is this: why don't more guys do a U-turn when faced with a not-exactly-as-advertised bill of goods? I think perhaps it's because it's such an embarrassing position to be in. But many others on this board have advised if you don't like what you see, just take off. It's great advice.
Mel

 

[X me Out]

Be very careful when you visit such Private home Massages, usually they are B&S for making a quick buck, & the service offered is not at all upto the mark.
Off & on such ad.'s keep on appearing in news-papers, even mississauga news often publishes such paid ad.'s but when you visit such places you will meet a Cougar in her early or mid 40's most probably an EE Lady & the service offered is medicure, waste of time and money, but these ladies who advertise are lazy to work so they make money like this.

 

[Just Want To B Me]

Are you speaking from experience Guy7 or just speculating? I have actually found some quite good independants.

 

[Megan B]

Hello, Steviewonder. By all means share these good independents with the rest of us so we can avoid the B&S agro.
Cheers,
Mel

 

[Trudy J]

I made that mistake during my first foray to a MP. The attendant was an older (late 40's??) polish woman, about 5'-3" and 150-160lbs. She opened the door, I walked in and asked who was available. "Just me" she says. My first instincts was to bolt out the door but I had a brain cramp and could not move. "You want massage?" she asks and I stupidily nodded. I won't go into details but needless to say it was one of the worst experiences of my life, so much so, that I couldn't even finish (a first for me). At one point during the session, she looks at me and says, "What's the matter? You scared?". I wanted to say yes but sheepishly laughed it off. Knowing I would not be able to finish, I asked her for the time, made a lame excuse about needing to be somewhere, got dressed and outta there like a bat out of hell. Since then I've been extremely careful about which MP's I go to.