Right. Recently, a friend of nearly 8 years, Evelyn hit me up for $500.00. As she and I have done this before, I know I can count on her repayment of the $500.00 with service and company. She's a stunning f*ck, BTW and until the birth of her boy, a triathlete. Classy too...and when she says, "I will gladly repay you your next trip for a loan today," I can trust her to keep her word.
Another old friend about whom I have written, Marisol recently lost her novia of 7 years to a heart attack. Same thing... I covered her rent and light bills...she will repay me probably double the next time we meet.
As far as Ingrid and Treysi go, I have done all I can. Having visited the former in Nicaragua last September, and having gone with Treysi to her oncologist appointments, I know that neither woman has been scamming... but here's where the warning, "you can't support them for life" comes into play.
A reply above talked about rich boys, the U.S.-C.R. money pipeline, yachts at Los Sueños. I assure yo8u sir, that type is in the minority. Most girls will never even meet the Daddy Bigbucks type, and if they do, they are likely to be hired at top dollar and little more... most rich guys have gotten rich not by being lavishly generous with girlfriends. And as my Daddy once said, "No man has ever lost a woman by chasing money, but many men lose their money chasing women." I think that applies here too.
Nowadays, I politely and a bit sadly, refuse financial help. I pay a good salary, I am a gentleman with all my amigas, I speak decent Spanish and treat them as dear friends. But when she's on the way out to her taxi, the financial relationship ends.
Another problem I now have is this: The story of how I have helped certain playmates has circulated throughout the SL. Seems every woman working there has heard about my generosity. I can barely stay there anymore; the pleas and petitions, many from women I don't even know, have become oppressive. Yes, it's my own fault, and I own that. It does put me in an uncomfortable position however. I now have to choose between ending my relationship with the Sportsmen's and stay elsewhere where I am less known, or become a cold, unfriendly bastard toward the working girls. I don't really want to do either. I prefer the Sportsmen's over any other hotel I've stayed at (although I'm very tempted to try the renovated Hotel Castillo). My wife even suggested that I switch venues completely and do my hobbying in Medellin instead.
Jfoot wrote:
I call them deposits, granted i am talking small potatoes here, but i ususally see them and pay the difference after our date
