I woke up this morning in terror about my life. Broke and three days from being homeless thanks to my fucking girlfriend - ex-girlfriend. She gave me the boot just because my old dick won't go up all the time. Ok. Most of the time . Fine. Almost never. I get it. My dick is really a problem. But, its only been bad for 7 or 8 years. No big deal I tell her. "That's right" she says. "Your dick used to be a big deal. Now its mush just like the person its attached to. You two belong together. Two worthless . I don't know.... Things. Three days to find another sucker for free rent . Good luck. Your ex- main asset is now as useless as rotten eggs"
I hobbled over to to the computer table to take my pills. I glanced at the computer screen and my heart jumped.. I'm not too sharp but I do know a good deal when I see one. She thinks I'm dumb. Ha.
There it was. On the screen in big, bold print an offer that said." We can make you wealthy without even putting your socks on". I looked over at my ugly, dirty, smelly socks .I was pumped. I'll show her who' s dumb I thought"
I dialed the number in the ad. A lady answered. This is Ginny,"can I help you? "Yes, yes you can Ginny" "Thank goodness I called you" I'm Dave and I'm glad to tell you I haven't put my socks on.
. "What about your socks sir" Call me Dave please "Your socks? "Yeah Ginny. "My socks".
. " I just read your ad and it said "you can make me wealthy without me even putting on my socks."
So Ginny, how will you make me wealthy"?Sir" "It's Dave. Dave.
"Ok Dave You want money " You'll have to apply.
"No.No.No. Your ad said you could make me wealthy without putting my socks on."
"so, let's get started".
"Who are you please" I'm Dave " "and you want what"? I want you to make me wealthy". I haven't put my socks on so I'm qualified Ginny." "Uh Sir"." I mean Dave".
"How much did you want to apply to borrow Dave"? "Borrow" I gasped. "Your ad only says you can make me rich without putting my socks on. There is nothing in your ad about borrowing."
"I don't understand why you are talking about". "Your socks?.
"Ginny,you have an ad that says that you can make me rich without putting my socks on."
" Why would we loan you money for not putting your socks on"?
"Ginny, I don't know but you can get in trouble if you don't honor your ads."
"Trouble" "I'm just a temp here". I don't want any trouble."
You have to fill out an application if you wish to apply for a loan"? "What is your email'? "
Why do you want my email"? "So I can send you a loan application Dave". "I just said I don't want a loan. I want you to make me a rich. I have put on my socks so I'm qualified"
"Um" Sir, I mean Dave"
I'm just a temp here. We don't sell socks."
"Oh, I get it" "Your ad was a bait and switch" "You sucked me in'
"You can get in a lot of trouble for false advertising."
"Trouble" "trouble" I'm just a temp here. I don't want to cause any trouble."
"Now, I would like the phone number of the owner so I can sue for false advertising"
"You wont get in any trouble if you just give me the owners name and number"
"I don't know it Dave" "Just ask anyone who has authority in your office". They'll know it"
"Hold on please" "It's Bob Johnson Dave at 7776543. He's actually the owner of the company" "He's in in the mornings."
"i called Mr. Johnson and left a voice mail explaining my interest in his company making me wealthy.
It's been two days and he has'nt called me back.
But is all good now. I won't be homeless for a while. i conned my friend out of the 100 mg Viagras so I figure I have another week left here.
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Wednesday, May 16, 2018
Monday, December 14, 2015
Drunken Bitch In My Lyft
Drunken bitch gets in my #Lyft car and says take her to an address near downtown Chicago. We arrive at the destination but she insists that we are not in the right place. The GPS indicates we are,
She gets abusive and starts screaming at me to take her to the place she wants to go to. I say we are there. She is screaming like the disgusting spoiled brat she is threatening that she will have me locked up if I will not keep driving to get her to this imaginary destination. I tell her that the ride is over, that the meter is off, and to leave the car.
She refuses. She says that her dad is a policeman. I hand her my phone and tell her to call him. She screams unintelligibly again and demands I get her to this fictitious address. As I was about to call the cops I see three of them walking towards my car.
I open the door and start yelling at them to get this drunken nut out of my car. They pull her out after seeing she is drunk. I drive away with her now screaming at the police.
She gets abusive and starts screaming at me to take her to the place she wants to go to. I say we are there. She is screaming like the disgusting spoiled brat she is threatening that she will have me locked up if I will not keep driving to get her to this imaginary destination. I tell her that the ride is over, that the meter is off, and to leave the car.
She refuses. She says that her dad is a policeman. I hand her my phone and tell her to call him. She screams unintelligibly again and demands I get her to this fictitious address. As I was about to call the cops I see three of them walking towards my car.
I open the door and start yelling at them to get this drunken nut out of my car. They pull her out after seeing she is drunk. I drive away with her now screaming at the police.
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Long Shot Lover Goes Ballistic
Online Lovers Nightmare
I saw this beautiful black haired woman on an online dating site.
She was about 45, tall, and classy looking. Her profile said she lived in a
fancy suburb outside Chicago,
and that she was divorced and had no kids living at home. Perfect person for
me, an inveterate professional online dating love junkie 55 years old, good
looking, smooth talking and a great hustler of women.
I sent her an email
on match.com which is the online site. She saw my profile and which showed my
pictures, age, religion, income, likes and dislikes. All the stuff that is
supposed to matter. It may to some. Pictures and not having kids living at home
and a convenient location are the only things that matter to me.
She sent her phone number and we chatted briefly and then
she told me that she was going to be at this bar a few nights later to meet a
girl friend. I asked if I could meet her before her girlfriend got there and
she said yes. But, I would only have about 20 minutes to impress her because
when her girlfriend showed up I had to leave. What a great bitch!!
I was in love immediately. I was as excited as I got dressed
in my only Calvin Klein jeans and only polo shirt. See, I am an online fraud. A
guy who has nothing because of gambling and bad investments but who loves to
chase women and act like I’m solid personally and financially when in fact I am
a mess. The, maybe I find a sugar mama here and there.
I sped to this restaurant in the North Shore
and there she was sitting at the bar looking even better then her pictures. I introduced myself and she initially
appeared, from her body language, not be attracted me. She said good try but we
were not a match. Then, her girlfriend came and sat down. Meanwhile, I was
struggling to find a way to get Trudy captivated and couldn’t. Her girlfriend
however saved me by starting to talk to some guy and the pressure to for me to
leave abated.
I kept working Trudy psychologically to seduce her mind and
body until I could feel her really look at me as I was telling another story.
Her eyes twinkled. I knew she was interested. I asked if I still had to go send
she said no, not now because her girlfriend was intensely engaged in a conversation with the guy. So, I just keep
on talking to Trudy and pretty soon she stopped looking at her girlfriend and
other people and got close to my face and only saw me.
An hour later I asked her if she wanted to take a ride and
go to another bar. She said yes after checking with her girlfriend who did not
care. She was still involved with this guy. When we got into my car I tried to
kiss Trudy and she said no. Easy boy. We went to another bar and stayed till 4
in the morning. I then dropped her off at her car and we agreed to see each other
soon. I was totally in love. My love junkie addiction was triggered along with
my survival instincts. I had very little money. But, I was walking on the
clouds.
I called the next day and we talked for hours. We made plans
to go out together for dinner. We went out a few more times with me continually
trying to get her turned on but the most that ever happened was hot kissing. I
could not afford her. After about a month she finally invited me in her house
and we sat by the fire place and made out more only this time we got into
petting. Well, we petted and petted for weeks until we had done everything
imaginable . We would have some wine, smoke reefer, and swallow each other up
endlessly with necking and petting.
But, the bedroom was always waiting upstairs and she would
never take me there. Finally, in the midst of being in the throws of passion on
the couch she stood up, pointed her finger at the stairs leading to the
bedroom. We jumped in bed and fucked all night and all the next day. She came
and came and came. She was totally selfish and cared nothing about my
satisfaction. She just wanted me to do her right. I did. She said I was the greatest
lover in her long history and maybe in the world. This went on for months.
She never let me stay over, never offered any food, and was
completely critical of everything I did besides how I made love to her, She
never shared any intimacies with me. She was a plain and simple spoiled,
sarcastic bitch. But, it was fun getting to her sexually.
She called me the million dollar baby because she thought I
was such a long shot to ever end up being her lover we met. She continually
questioned out loud how she could be as turned on to someone as not classy,
uneducated, and as unsuccessful as me because I was not a professional like she
was used to being with..
But, she loved the way I got her off and we literally spent
the whole fall season in her bed eventually not even going out. Just wine,
dope, and her bed and then me getting kicked out every time afterward. No kindness
from her, no appreciation, no invitations for anything more then banging her.
Somehow, it all felt perfect though. I loved the torture of not getting all of
her when I still thought I wanted to.
So, we finally decided to leave the confines of her bedroom
to go somewhere else to fuck. We set up a trip to a small town bed and
breakfast. On the way there I happened to disagree with her about some minor issue.
The bitch would not talk to me for 2 hours until we got to the bed and
breakfast. She threw a total tantrum of silence.. Finally, we got to the bed
and breakfast and went out to dinner. We
were still hardly talking.
When the check came I asked her to pay for half the bill
since she had belligerently agreed to pay for half the vacation. She literally
threw a couple hundred dollar bills at me as if I were garbage. I said thank
you very gently to torment her. She wanted to fight.. Suddenly, I saw only the poison
behind her great looks. We came back to the inn and had angry sex and went to
sleep.
The next morning she wanted to go for a ride in the sand
dunes right near by. I thought it was a bad idea because it was storming and
freezing and we could get stuck on the beach. She demanded we go anyway. Sure
enough, there we were stuck on a beach trapped in a giant sand dune with no
help around. The more I tried to get out of the dune the deeper I got stuck.
There were a few four wheelers driving around because it was treacherous on
this beach. Hardly anyone was out
Finally, a ranger came by and tried to help. Trudy said that
I would never be able to follow his directions as he chained his vehicle to my
car to pull me out. Trudy demanded I let her drive. At the same time she was yelling
at me the ranger was trying to tell me what to do. So, as that nasty head of
hers was babbling in my one ear about how stupid I was to get stuck the ranger
was yelling instructions from his vehicle on how to get out.
. I finally screamed loudly at Trudy to shut the fuck up
calling her a fucking bitch. She was shocked as if no one had ever spoken to
her that way. We finally got out of the dune. As soon as we hit the road Trudy
jumped out of the car which was literally in the middle of nowhere. Some other
guys were driving by and she stuck her thumb out to hitch a ride as I followed.
She got in their truck and I chased them. I really did not care about this
bitch anymore but I could not just leave her in that truck and drive away. What
if something happened? We were a hundred
miles from Chicago
in a torrential storm. I was actually afraid for her.
Finally, I pulled up beside the guys driving her and
explained that she was crazy and they had to get her out of their truck.. They
did and after twenty minutes of her walking her fancy ass down the road she was
too frozen to continue and got back in my car. Finally, she broke the silence
with a rant about how she could have gotten us out of the dune without any
help.
She screamed on and on. I just wanted to get her back home
again because now she was nothing more then a lunatic out of an Alfred
Hitchcock movie. But we were two hours from home. I still had not said a word
back to her.
Suddenly, she violently shook her finger at my face and
asked why I had screamed up, you fucking bitch at her. I said because she was a
fucking bitch.
She then punched me in the side of the face as I was
driving. I knew our fate was sealed then for sure and beyond redemption.
Someone who resorts to violence will do it again and again.
I said not a word afterward. She had not hurt me. I finally
got her within a few blocks of her house. She started to talk to me again. To
try and bail out. She said about herself that maybe I need to get some help.
Will I forgive her?
I still said nothing as I finally pulled into her driveway.
She called me several times afterward and I would not talk to her giving her no
reinforcement for stalking me or other craziness I realized she was capable of.
I think I might be hurt or dead if I was still with this
piece of crap, insane demented beauty. There are many fatal attractions out
there.
Be careful
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