This brought back a lot of memories after reading this thread, and would like to share a very typical story which a lot of others can identify with.
In my late 20's, I saw a girl who worked @ 5 Gerald. It started off as a convenient sexual service for the first 3 months, which later developed into a friendship. We began a relationship for the next 3 months outside of her work. It didn't last long as the relationship was fuelled by drug addiction on both parts. Suffice to say, it was very emotionally charged and at times very destructive.
However, I was never emotionally present but was physically present to witness all the destructive behaviour on her part. I slowly weened myself off her and the drugs and faded into the background. I did not have a problem knowing that this was her line of work, but had an issue, when later it was rubbed in my face about what we never got to do. I walked away feeling 'used', even knowing that I had no strong feelings for her.
She was a gf at the time, and was even introduced to my friends and family. Deep down inside, she has a good heart but was consumed by the effects of drug abuse. (from my perspective) We met for a reason, at the lowest and highest point in my life (financially successful with a cocaine habit) As I have spent a decade 'hanging' out in brothels and massage places and befriending ladies whilst looking for love in all the wrong places. There were moments were it may have been authentic, but the majority of the interaction were superficial.
In the end, I had to wake up and ween myself off my habit when she, herself told me that I had a problem. We called it quits and I moved on. This only happened after a series of traumatic events that followed,
1. Breaking up a punch up between her and her estranged mum, who had suspicions about her work life. All this happened before the stroke of midnight (New Year's Eve). Consequently, spent New Year's Day in a cop shop giving statements.
2. Driving her 'co-worker' friend to RPA when she allegedly overdosed on pills in the shower. This happened the next day after Valentine's Night @ the Hilton. The 3 of us spent a night together, but that is another story...
It was a roller coaster ride at the time, an eventful way to start the year to say the least. I was convinced that I could have a 'normal' relationship with a WL, seeing that I surround myself with them. (Not to stereotype a certain group of WL's, but the majority of them I was attracted to, were also open to recreational drug use, and were caucasian) Subconsciously, I think I was trying to 'save' her too, as I was always doing with all the rest that I have met. My addiction played a big part, as I have found that it fuelled my appetite for sex with WL's.
In short, the relationship did not work for me. However, it was an experience I won't forget, but will add, as a lesson in life.











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