This happened to me almost 2 years ago now, but I've only stumbled upon this forum which seems remarkably active considering its purpose. There was only one person I could even tell this story to previously, and he didn't know what the fuck to say, but perhaps I'll get some slightly more relatable views here.
So 2 years ago; I was 25, an alcoholic and a coke addict. From 19-23, my drinking and drugging made me a welcomed character in most groups, and I built my online online retail business up to a net worth of around £70k. But things went very downhill, very quickly from this point. My drunk and coked behaviour was becoming offensive and unlikeable, the hangovers were getting so bad that I would barely turn up to work, and I eventually started doing coke on my own most evenings. I then discovered:
External Link/Members OnlyI'd get coked up and drunk, and then call an escort at 3am. This happened a few times, and then this young blonde arrived at my front door as I was waiting for her whilst having a smoke. I asked how she had got into this as she was clearly local (Southern) from her voice, and she told me her mate had bet that she wouldn't do it. She gave me the most convincing GFE hour than any actual girlfriend I'd had, and my disappointment at her leaving was quickly eradicated when she sent a text to my phone that was addressed to the dreamgirls 'madam'/boss/cunt/whatever. Did she mean to do that? Who knows. But we started texting consistently from here on in.
Obviously I paid for her to come over several more times in the coming weeks. Sometimes at my place of business which is a 4000 sqft building (which she said she was impressed that I owned) and sometimes at my flat...Either way, we'd both always laugh and talk alot...I think that regardless of how fucked the next part gets, it was clear that we enjoyed each other's company.
This girl was hot. But I'm not ugly, by any stretch, and only a couple of years older than her. So it was.. potentially feasible that we could...connect. The big problem was, that due to the severity of my addiction and the extreme loneliness it had brought at the time, 'potentially feasible' in my mind was as good as marriage.
So I asked her first if she would like to come holiday with me to the Maldives which I already had booked. She said yes. The next night, I text her knowing she was off the job that night, and asked if she'd come over anyway (I offered to pay her full (£150) but reminded that she'd pay no commission to dreamgirls obviously (I think they take £40 or something). She came over. That night, not only did she stayed for 5 hours, but she wouldn't take any money at the end at all! At this point, any of my justified skepticism was pretty much gone.
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