Originally Posted by
Brothelcreeper
I’ve had a few days to consider this situation and read the comments. I appreciate the mainly level headed comments.
I will explain my reasoning as I don’t think we should live in a rose coloured world.
This girl is seriously fucked up and has a LOT of issues but because of her limited English I can’t understand all of her problems or come up with any solutions.
She was telling me stories of bad boyfriends, father issues, could be abuse, falling out with her sister, shops treating her badly, drug problems and many more things but again because of the language barrier I didn’t understand it all.
I don’t live in a world like that. I have two cars, a house worth $2m, a $40,000 motorbike and earn serious coin so how can I stand in her shoes ?
Why did I get involved after meeting her in a shop you might ask ?
Life for me is all about experiences. Most of them good, some of them not so good or “challenging”.
Some of them like meeting up with strangers from the forum and nailing some chicks together in a brothel in the same room on the same bed are nerve racking but have always turned out to be fun.
Seeing prostitutes that I like in hotels, taking them on days out or seeing them at their houses is fun. You chill out, fuck, talk, eat laugh and nobody is clock watching. You pay them, show them that you are a nice guy and both parties are happy. They get some cash, you get sex with a hot girl with no buzzers going off. Happy days.
Having prostitutes as mistresses which I did with two young girls last year for several months never worked out for me as the more I got to know them and like them, the less I could do about the emotional build up side of the relationship and I also hated other blokes fucking them even though I know that is there job. How anyone can date or love a WL and have to sit at home or at work thinking about what they are doing with other blokes is beyond me. I couldn’t do it even with mistresses as the jealousy would kill me. Two faced I know but that is how I felt. It slowly eats you up inside. Awful feeling.
The reason I wanted to see this girl was mainly to fuck her for several hours outside of the shop but also to see her home situation and see if there was anything that I could do to help her but I feel that if I get involved too much there will be too many dangers for me and also the language barrier is just too problematic.
I feel sorry for her. I want her to be happy and to sort her life out but I don’t know if I am the person that can help her do it.
I will just put it down as another life experience, raw though it was.