skinny girl to ask for a face picture. She had a 407 number. I said you're from Orlando? I'm from Orlando, I love Orlando. She was friendly and easy to talk to. I was surprised, there was something about her, the sweetest and most easygoing person you could meet. I asked is there any chance you could send me a face pic? She said no, I don’t send face pictures. I said okay, I totally understand. That’s fine, it's just that without a face picture, I'm not going to do business. But I understand, and thank you it was nice talking to you. A moment later, I got a text with her face picture. She was stunning. I was born with a picture of a girl in my head, and that is the picture I had just received in my phone. Assuming it was real. I began to feel bad. Here was a decent and honest person, and I had just tricked her into sending a face picture against her wishes, and under false pretenses, when I had no intention of doing business. Real hooker ads say things like “no pic collectors, no time wasters, do not call until you are ready to see me.” They were talking about me, I had just wasted her time. I texted back “stunning” to at least make sure she understood it wasn’t because she was ugly. I at least owed her that much honesty, to let her know I thought the picture was good. But I still felt bad like I had violated her, raping her of a picture of her face and then walking away without paying. I dialed her number to make some more excuses. She didn't pick up. I could only imagine what she must be too busy doing. Disgusting. Anyway at least I called. She is the one who did not answer, so I was off the hook. That was Friday February 6, 2015. The next day Saturday, I pulled up the dreamgirl pic on my computer to discredit it. If you take 100 pictures of any girl, one of those pictures will look pretty. There is no way this girl was really that perfect, and I had an impulse to figure out what her flaws were, what she would really look like if you saw her in person. I edited the top of the face picture onto a pic from her ad where you could only see the bottom of her face. I reversed the direction. I began to think you know who this could be? This could be the blonde girl from the Wishes Motel a year and a half ago. That girl’s hair was bleached, she had on too much makeup for a teenager, and she was kind of stubby and trashy looking. If that's who this girl is, then I was right, the picture is a lucky angle. She really isn’t that pretty. Then on Saturday night I was busy working, and my phone rang. To me, this was pretty strange. How did she know I was thinking about her? How did she know I have $6000 in my pocket? I had been doing some contract work for telemarketing companies, and working in sales. I had been studying the sales process for contractors, estimators, home improvement companies, that sort of thing. And here was a hooker doing the exact process I had been studying, making an outbound followup call to a prospective customer. She later told me her first pimp Marvelous from Apopka trained her to do that. He would put her on the phone and have her talk to the customers herself, because she was under 18. I was intrigued. I was trying to understand how she "qualified" me relative to other callers. I asked how did you know to call me? You must get dozens of calls each day, you can't call all of them. Why did you specifically call me back? She said she gets over 200 calls each day. Do I want to get together? I was still extremely curious if this was the girl from the Wishes Motel. I think at that time, the total number of hooker ads I had actually matched to girls in real life was just one, “Miss Arab” whom I spotted at a check-cashing store. I said can we just meet at a bar or something for five minutes? How much would you charge for that? She said she would just meet me at a bar for five minutes, for $50. The bar she offered, Bar Louie at Midtown, was actually very close by. It only took me a minute after getting off the phone, to think this is the stupidest thing on Earth. Here I have all this work to do, and I am going to waste my time paying a hooker $50 to meet me at a bar for five minutes, just because I am obsessively curious to know if it is the same girl I saw 18 months ago at the Wishes Motel. So I started typing a long, long text, explaining why I was truly sorry but I didn't really have time to meet her. But before I could finish and send it, she texted me “I’m almost there.” She lived near Bar Louie also. So I got on my friend’s motorcycle to make a quick, quick run over to Bar Louie, to keep my promise and give the Wishes Motel girl her $50.