It was going… pretty ok with the Entrepreneur. She was clearly who she said she was. She’s beautiful. She wasn’t crazy-about asking for cash and she understood we needed to meet.
I put her to work doing the pictures for a book I wanted to do before Father’s Day. She got a downpayment and she was ready-to-go for the rest of it.
Then she found something else she’d rather do, and put it off until it was too late. I was pissed and she was surprised that she didn’t get paid for the rest.
They aren’t SB’s for their advanced project management skills – I was disappointed but I didn’t come apart over it.
She came back looking for something else to do, rather than just begging for money. I tried to keep her busy
However, the bitch is a fucking basket case. If she isn’t blowing up her toilet, her cousin is in rehab or she’s just been screwed on some other thing. And she’s not making it up – these things are fully documented and her brain just doesn’t generate the wattage to pull that sort of forgery off.
Yanno, you want to get involved with a younger girl for fun and good times. You expect to have to help her out to iron things out in her life. That’s entirely different from “I’m a walking time bomb waiting for the next explosion.” Even if it were a catastrophe a month, it wouldn’t be that big a deal, but EVERY SINGLE TIME we talk, something’s gone horribly wrong.
To top that off, she switched to, “I don’t know if I can come out there to meet you, because my cousin really needs me.” That’s the red flag right there.
This chick isn’t a sugar baby, she’s a basket case. There’s a difference.
She’s done. Back to talking to the one nearby with a kid who used to be a lesbian. I give that a few months to deteriorate, but the sex was good and, frankly, for a while that’s all I’m going to want
Keep it real, my droogies,