“”I’d been chatting to a potential for a month or so, he had great feedback and wanted me for a 1-hour midnight call to his house. My friend was having a house party nearby so I figured I could go to the party, nip out for an hour then go back afterward. I’m not usually keen on house calls and much prefer hotels, but he had great feedback and the comments said he was young.
I arrive to a dark house, roll my eyes that it’s probably just a time waster, and text to say I’m there. He opens the door and yep – nice young guy, little bit awkward but no red flags. He greets me with a whisper and takes me into the kitchen. I see a woman’s handbag on the side and assume we’re being quiet because of roommates. Then, a voice from above; the sort of shrieking more suited to screaming at bus drivers or emanating from Jerry Springer’s stage. ‘Is there a light on downstairs?! What are you doing? Get to bed!’ It’s his mother. This young man has invited me over while his mother is home!
He takes me upstairs. All the lights are off and I slip and fall against a door which opens. The light illuminates a woman’s bedroom, frilly bedcovers, and his mother in bed who THANK GOD cannot tell that it’s not her darling son at the doorway. ‘What are you doing?!’ She screeches, and I shut the door and he ushers me into his room. I’m not sure what I’m doing either, to be honest. I’d really quite like to just run off screaming into the night but I’ve bothered shaving and would also quite like some money, thank you…”