In the picture provided below, dutifully censored by yours truly, you'll find the remnants of young lad embarking on, well, what seems to be his first foray into the hobby bubble.
He undoubtedly saw this chick's twitter posts, and, ignoring her extraordinarily disregard for ladylike grooming practices, booked himself some time with her. To each his own, but, it's also not likely he even knew.
Now, who knows how much time was booked, but, the going rate for this damsel in question is 1500 bucks and hour, or clams, greenbacks if you will, that should have been his first red flag, but, some among us seem to think that money buys quality somehow, so I digress, they are free to believe whatever sweet lies they tell themselves.
From what I can gather, they went to dinner. A wholesale waste of time in my book, and I don't really care for athletic activities after a meal. The fact that she requires it is the second red flag here, but hey, rose colored glasses and hairy vagina, that's the life of a newbie no doubt.
Night of the dinner, seems to go well according to all parties involved, but, our newbie here made one final mistake. The envelope of cash wasn't in his possession at this point. Given that, she requires a background check, and health records, she has him, metaphorically, by the balls. In today's world, having a name can end a person, much less any other details he no doubt provided. Failing to understand leverage, well, that's the tendency of many a'man, but, perhaps none more than the newbie.
Now the lake, right turn on elm, but the bridge is out, and this is where a multi-thousand dollar mistake turns into an embarrassing multi-thousand dollar mistake. Now you the reader, like me, have likely seen untold thousands move through our hands, some of it, directly into a fire, and you know this lesson well enough. The absolute state of the newbie however, likely his first foray into this sort of thing, can only make one move, an additional mistake of texting said damsel "Weren't we supposed to go back to my place last night". Now that's in public for all to see, a weak wristed, passive admission of being screwed. The cards had already been played, she'd already counted her chips and was long gone, but the newbie forgets that, everything happening in private is a privilege in this world, and now his newbishness is on full display for her twitter simps to poke fun at.
Now, you might take this story as Sauce besmirching this woman's whorecraft, and I will tell you flatly, not at all, with her, you get exactly what you pay for with no surprises, you just have to be smart enough to read the terms and conditions instead of blindly smashing 'accept'.
-- Modified on 2/6/2024 6:36:16 PM
