based on a true story

She was living the life!

Started working for a big franchise company and the pay was amazing; it was weekly too! That kind of pay makes it hard to save if you don’t know how to: you get caught up in the fact that you know next Friday is a new pay check, so why not blow this one? On top of that she didn’t really have to pay for a lot of things because that’s what the men were for, to be honest. Let me tell you for some reason the men were loving her off and treating her like a goddess. Anything she wanted she could easily get with a sway in demeanor: a sway in words that for some reason worked on too many men. What do you call a female like this? A gold-digger? A hoe? A Sugar baby? I mean… she didn’t ask for this life, it kind of just came on its own. Started when someone asked to massage and suck her toes for $300, what world do we live in that people just ask random females for this? Also, what kind of world do we live in when the female: in the end, says yes? A Wild World. Perfect timing nonetheless, she needed the dollars: payments adding up. They met, he did what he paid for, and she was left in awed because it was the best massage she ever had; on top of that she learned something new that day, the foot is closely tied to the vagina. Clearly there are stimulants on the foot that stimulate your lady parts and she had no idea until that day.

A week later there is another one, only this time not so much fetish but more just likes to take care of their “lady.” He was the guy of the hour, they talked for months, and met up more times than any guy she’s talked to before him. His first expense was dinner, he took her to a upper class restaurant downtown where the cheapest steak costed $70. For a damn steak? What’s type of prestigious animal did you kill for this to be $70? Even if she had the money, she wasn’t going to give it away for a damn steak; that’s weed money. So he did. He paid for her $70 steak with ALL the trimmings and paid the more than $300 bill when it came. Drunk, high, and with her belly full she was content. That was in 2017 and even after they stopped talking on an intimate level, he continued to pay for 80% of her meals until last year. We aren’t talking about meals that they eat together, we talking 80% of ANY meals she ate ANYWHERE he paid for. She’s an asshole right? Using the poor man for his money, right? She didn’t ask, she told him he doesn’t need to do this, and she declined NUMEROUS offers but he didn’t care. He sent anyways.

There was a time when the block used to call her “foreign,” she was always hopping out of expensive cars. No foreign car? No her. It was at this time she met the newest and highest tax bracket. He was a foreigner: so were his clothes, cars, and money. Confident, handsome, sexy, strong, and from the looks of it: fearless. Pure chance: a night out in the city she barely knew and new experiences awaiting her. they met. Alone for 10 minutes at the bar because her friends had gone off to talk to some guys, he approached her asking if she wanted a drink. ” No thank you” she said; ” I have one already.” He looked at her half empty glass and called the bartender over for a refill. UMMM… So it’s like that? We just gon ignore what the lady said and do what we want? MEN! Always trying to be these UNCALLED FOR dominant people, relax buddy. She stared at him annoyed; he got the hint, left the money for the drink, his card and walked back to his table. “Did this guy just leave me his business card?” she thought. She looked at the unknown money and the card; his name, business, and phone number were on it and on the back of the card it read: you deserve better. The fuck you know what I deserve? Who is this fucktard? She grabbed her drink and headed over to his table. “What is this supposed to mean?” she asked. He ended up telling how he’s been here for a while and has been watching how the night was going for her and her friends. Creepy. He explained himself, which ended up making sense because she knew her and her friends were loud, bubbly females. He summed up that he seen how her friends were treating her and thought she deserved better friends. The fact that they left her alone at the bar for almost half n hour now kind of made her realize that he was kind of right. FOR MALES TOO! Like who leaves their friend for males they just met? Where are your morals. They ended up talking for over an hour, her friends came back saying they were ready to go, and they said their goodbyes. A month later, he messages her saying he’s back in town. He was an international business man: he went where the business went. They met up for the second time; the first being at the bar, and they had a blast! At the end of the night, he hand her a box and said “για το τέλειο στολίδι” (I hope it’s right I used google translate); for the perfect gem. Inside was a small but beautiful gem stone worth $3000 in Canadian currency. Who gifts people this kind of shit? She gave it back, he insisted she take it and eventually; two weeks later, she did. Till this day she still has this gem even though she has lost contact with this man. She spent the next four months she had with him trying and learning new things: different food, different music, and different cities; in a whole, just a new type of lifestyle. Never spent one dollar of her money and developed a new slight like for shopping. She knows now when she does have the right amount of funds what kind of clothing to buy; he gave her a new outlook on fashion. This is when she developed the character of never settling: always striving for more, for better.

These were just the major or more profitable experiences she had with these types of men. There are more than 30 other experiences where she has been spoiled by the male need to be in charge. Things as simple as: paying for her nails, weave, her hotels, allowance, and dinner dates (yes, some meals she invited someone else to was actually paid for with other men’s money). Her friends must have enjoyed a few of their birthdays when she didn’t mind dropping money for their event because it actually didn’t hurt her own pockets. Life was good for her until she realized that unless she secures her name in a will, she can’t live on the money of others. She has to be the boss of her own life and make her own change, so she bought a new phone and changed her number; a fresh start. Make a name for herself and pursue her goals for the future she wants for herself and her family: current and future.

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