I fell into the trap you've described over and over. Go to the strip join, have a lovely lady come by, get her number, and let's be friends. Well shag buddies, etc. The line I was given, like soooo many times before at the hotel was...
"I'm just getting out of a relationship, and I never do this, but you seemed like such a nice, guy, that I gave you my number. Oh, and by the way, I'm a little short for last month's rent, could you help me out. I mean, I'm not like the other girls in the club, I don't give extras! That's why I'm not making as much money as I could."
Well, you guess it, I did help her out. Great in the sack too! But wait, even that was suspicious, how does a girl who doesn't give extras, know exactly what to do. I mean EXACTLY, how to turn a man on and on and on.
The relationship lasted, I'm ashamed to say, over 1 year. Saw her a couple hundred dollars worth a week. But time and time again, things didn't feel right. Why was she always late, why didn't she answer the phone, why was she always doing homework with her kid, at 12:30 in the morning, shit the kids only 8 years old. But when she did make it, the sparks flew, and sometimes the accusation too.
My jealously intensified and so did my thirst for the TRUTH of what she was up to and who she was up with.
Then one day I couldn't reach her, and she told me that her phone died. So what was a guy to do? Yah, you guessed it, I bought her a new Chocolate Phone for her birthday. At the store, the clerk asked her if she had email. Yah right, she doesn't even know how to turn on a computer. I suggested that the activation be addressed to the email I use for porn, so she agreed and we saved $25-. It wasn't until 4 months later, when she was approaching 3 hours late, that I was so board that I went looking for some porn, and discovered that welcome email from the cell phone company. I opened it and it linked me to her account sign in. Well, what could the password be????? I tried her daughter's name, NO Luck. I tried her last name, NO Luck. I tried her mother's name........BING BING BING, access granted.
Now think of this...... I was able to download 9 months of phone records, every call she ever made..... and when and where she was when the incoming phones call were listed. Want more..... I was also able to read live, all the incoming and outgoing text messages she had sent for the last 30 days. Here I was, in the comfort of my home office... actually stocking her every move. That made me sick too. Yah, I was crazy about this chick, but she was actually turning me into a nutcase.
We all know why she was she 3 plus hours late.... ask Pino, Dameon, Alex, Manny, etc, etc, etc. The girl didn't go to bed, up almost every night until 7am, if she even when to sleep. Most nights, after 4am, she would, yes, call the current boyfriend/drug dealer, who she would spend the rest of the night with. The reason she was able to talk to me in the mornings, was because she was driving home from a night of coke, crystal and big BLACK DICKS!!
I still couldn't believe what I was looking at. All the calls, all the repeat customers, how many times she double, even triple booked me. All the cash I gave her never when to the landlord, yah, what a FOOL.
I have a University education, 2 post grad degrees and run my own business, but no one I've ever met before was as successful as she was in running a small business. Her only problem, gave it all away. Gotta feed dat drug habit, gotta drive dat fancy car, gotta have the nice nails, gotta have dat new pair of shoes, etc, etc.
Thank G-d that I didn't get anything (STI) from her, considering I figured she was with at least 10 - 20 guys a week and must have been doing it at least 30 - 40 times a week if you included all the regular guys like me she was stringing along.