Always a whore...
It's a mental state. Always hustling, always whoring. She doesn't know what a day out with the family is really like. She's been away from normal for too long.
The Plan: Justice and I pick up her daughter to go swimming.
What actually happened: She texted me late last night asking if we could bring her daughter swimming. Then again this morning. I agreed. After she delayed being picked up so she could shoot up, I finally picked her up. We headed to her daughters. On the way she told me she had to bring her daughter, who's around eleven mind you, to where she stays. I told her that was a dumb idea. Her place is where her "friend" & pimp, violent black boyfriend also stays. She immediately launched into a fire laced fit. I told her it's none of my business. She wouldn't stop. Fine! Show your daughter the mattress where you turn tricks all day! I don't fucking care. She stopped running her mouth, but the mood was now set.
We pick up her daughter, but they all take their sweet time. Clock is running. It was getting closer to 3pm. Her daughter needed a bathing suit. We were going to go to a store. They changed they mind and we went to the house. At the house, Justice went out onto the porch and smoked crack, with her daughter right inside. She thought her daughter didn't know. I dunno. They wanted to go to a store across the street. I gave her $20, and they left. Some time later, they returned with more junk. They no longer wanted to go swimming.
Here's where the whore mind kicks in.
She wanted to fuck. She was gonna have her daughter sit in the living room while she takes me into the bedroom to "talk." She said she had no dick in days and need money to take her shopping. I refused, and just took them anyway. They took so long in the store, I took a nap for 20 minutes, and wrote what you are reading now. Her last bitchy interaction with me went like this:
Take these bags out to the car. I'm gonna get her a soda.
We have sodas at home.
See this is why I can't do this with you, I'm trying to take my daughter out! I'm not trying to be an asshole.
You've been nothing BUT an asshole!
...I am waiting by the car. The day isn't even over. The pool is closed. The beach is closed. My patience is thin.
Update. They finally came out after I walked in there and saw them by the register. She had me drive them to her house. They said they'd be a few minutes and went in. I got impatient after a while and went inside. She immediately came out of the door and told me to leave. She said they would come over later. Whatever. I went home. Some time later, I got a call. They were halfway to my house and her kid was tired of walking. I picked them up, and brought them home. She just wanted to pick up some things her kid left there. They were going to call an Uber back to her house. I told them I'd drive them. (I didn't want them around.) On the way back, she said they probably would have stayed, but she doesn't like my bad attitude. I think I'm all done with her. The blonde was hitting me up all day,
That's a tough story.
ReplyDeleteI see women like Justice here in Miami. I offer them as much as 200 to fuck and STILL get rejected. What am I doing wrong?? I'm physically fit
ReplyDeleteOffer 300
DeleteFirst, you can directly message me at j13d75@yahoo.com
DeleteSecond, those women are definitely NOT like her. I have never directly offered a woman money for sex. There is a slang, a subtly language. Real simple: You want to do something?
That leaves the ball in her court.
The Convo usually goes like this:
How's it goin'?
I have [whatever dumbfuck problem]. I'm hurtin', and need money to [feed starving orphans.]
Wanna do something?
... That's it. Don't ever go up to a women and offer her money. Even Justice turned men down while she was signing. You don't solicit an offer money. You offer them an opportunity. "Oh, you can't fund your NASA moon mission? Wanna do something, then?
That first "date" may go terribly. She may even try to rip you off or not fuck you. But that doesn't matter. That's not the point. You just want to put the idea in her head that YOU are source of income. YOU are someone she can call when she needs a hundred bucks. You're safe, comfortable, nice, and you deliver. She may even feel like she can pull one over on you. A lot of them raid my fridge. I don't care. They steal dumb shit like lighters. Things I would give away. The point is that the thought is in their head. "I need money. I can always call him. Sure, I have to fuck him, but I've had worse. Always remember that these girls hate having to spread their legs to make a living. So at least make it worth their time. $100, a coffee, cigarettes, a decent fuck. Reliability, and predictability.