Hey everyone, I decided to come to ECCIE with a true story on my experience with Sindi on Monday June 26. Several weeks ago Sinidi contacted me saying that she would enjoy having a provider like myself come stay with her for a few days. She explained to me how her incall would be better than any hotel and yadda yadda yadda. (Two things about me, 1.I don’t fukc with ECCIE and the drama that ensues so I don’t even know who is whom. 2. I work alone because I don’t trust other bitches’ ethics and professionalism.) But being that I had never been to Syracuse I thought I’d give it a try. After 2 weeks of deliberation and several phone calls we agreed to meet EARLY MONDAY MORNING JUNE 26.
Before meeting Sindi I told her, I’m coming for business and to work. She claims to run a semi brothel, ok bitch, lets see how much you can make me in a couple of days. In this business I keep my head down, stay out these bitchy ass high school forums, make my money and keep it pushing, yet I thought networking and socializing would be something good for me. I’m not a social creature so maybe meeting other working girls would be good for my work morale or some other therapy shit I was telling myself.
Sindi knew I was leaving early buffalo morning to arrive in Syracuse before 630am. (Yes I was trying to get that morning rush that she CLAIMED to have on Mondays.) My bus pulled into Syracuse shortly before 6am. I knew there was a strong possibility she was asleep, given the time , but I had no worries I’d just call her until she wakes up since she knows I’m coming anyhow. After 10 calls she answered the phone (5:51am). I did not mind calling 10 times, but what she said to me next was the start of a SH*TTY F**KING morning. She began the conversation by telling me she was not home. She had to go to her (on again off again as she told me so many times during previous convos.) boyfriend’s house because her RESTLESS LEG SYNDROME had gotten so bad and painful during the night. BUT she did leave her home unlocked so that I would be able to enter upon arriving. (I was already in the cab straight off the bus.) She said she would be on her way shortly and to make myself comfortable.
At this point I’m annoyed, but I’m going to give her the benefit of the doubt. I had just spent 3 hours on the bus I didn’t feel like going back home just yet. Her home WAS unlocked like she said it would be, so I was able to walk right now. I put my things down, kicked my shoes off, changed my clothes, threw on a robe, and in all honesty I was ready to work lol.What the hell else did I come here for? I give it some time before I decide to start calling her again. I wanted to give her some time to get a ride or whatever she needed to do.
I called her again at 7:24am, I was still in her house, she was not there, she was not answering her phone. The entire time I stayed on the phone with my partner who instructed me to hang up again, and call her to wake her up.
At 8:15am I called her 20 times, no answer.
8:48am I receive a text message from a 315area code number that says “Sophia this is ____. I’m a friend of Sindis. She is at my house and has a stomach flu. I tried to get her moving but she stayed awake all night sick. So if you arent getting response thats why. She’s sleeping in bed with a bucked net to her.” I did not respond immediately. Instead I call my partner, explain to her the text. We continue to talk on the phone for another 30 minutes, and then I tell her, I want to call that number.
9:14am I called the number that texted me. My phone call was met with a greeting on the other line that said Edit: Removed personal info in a woman’s voice. I asked to speak to ____. The person seemed a bit confused and asked for the name again. I said “May I please speak with ____?” She explained no one by that name worked there.
9:16am -9:20am I called several cab companies to have them all meet me at Sindi’s address, all the while putting my clothes on and retrieving any miscellaneous items I may have put down.
9:21am I call the 315# again from the front of the house while waiting for a cab. Once again a woman answer’s the phone and says “Syracuse Construction”. I hang up and call my partner. I explain to her what happened with the 315# and that my cab is literally driving up to me now.
We stay on the phone until I arrive at the bus station. [My initial feeling gut 6th sense gut chakra told me to get ALL THE WAY THE F U K C out of there. No waiting. RED FLAG CODE RED!]
Is this chick trying to set me up??????????????
I have two phones. Work phone and my square phone. I’m talking to my partner on my square phone, all the while STILL CALLING Sindi.
3 more tries and someone answers the phone! It’s SINDI. But she sounds as if her head is in a blender. I can barely understand her, her words are garbled, unintelligible, inaudible, so much so I put the phone up to my square phone so my partner can hear this bull shit. This woman sounds like she really could be sick, in the head.
I could care less about how desperate she sounded I proceed to rip her. Within 5 seconds THOUGH her voice was all cleared up. Whatever frog was in her throat disappeared and she seemed coherent and lucid. All in all I told her that it was the utmost form of disrespect to have me come out there and never be able to greet me. On top of the fact that she has some sketchy things going on with her boyfriend. I rip her until shes quiet. Then I hang up.
She calls back and does not know why I’m so upset. I told her “...because I don’t like how you do business. I don’t like how you move. I like to keep shit stricly business and you’re just not about that. I came here to make money with you, but I don’t need you, I didn’t contact you first. “
She tells me that she hopes I’m out her house because shes sending a friend over there to lock the doors. B I O T C H I’m on my way home, you got me all the way twisted. I’m hitting that 1015am bus to Buffalo, I wasn’t risking that weirdness back there.
She calls me back, I ask, “Why the F are you still calling me?” Hang up
She texts me , of course she mentions something along the lines of me being GHETTO. You’re white,any time I get upset it's seen as ghetto and not just a formidable expression of emotions. We go back and forth for a little bit. Until she tells me that her ex beau is an ex mod and that I should be careful whom I bad mouth. As well that she had work for me and I’m losing out. Boo please
Errrr, I told her to cut those threats out , I’m still in Syracuse, I’m outcall ready for you biotch. I realized where my emotions and actions would go, so I then just left off with a few peace sign emojis and good byes to her.
Since coming home I have not called, texted, nor spoken to Sindi. Nor the 315#.
I got home at 2pm. My journey from 230am to 200pm.
Why did she really never show up?
Restless leg or stomach flu?
If she can have a friend check to see if I’m there to lock the doors on me, they should have been able to welcome me or something?
Where was her protege?
Who was the 315#?
Why was it connected to a work place?
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MANY QUESTIONS
No answers