Sadly, I had to terminate another participant in my FWB program. Her crime? Excessive begging. Pestering me for money several times a week pretty much defeats the whole purpose of being an FWB. It’s a big turn-off for me and destroys the illusion of having a mutually beneficial relationship.
This gal was the nearest inductee into FWB and the warning signs were there pretty much from the beginning. I decided to give her a chance though. Then last week she kept after me to let her come over. I told her I wasn’t feeling well so it was a no-go. Then she asked for an “advance” on her next payment saying she lacked funds to feed her kids. I agreed to advance her 1000 pesos. On Monday she again started sending numerous messages wanting to get together. I was Hashing and couldn’t respond right away, but she went into the whole litany of her financial emergencies and begged me to let her come over. Tuesday is usually a good day for me to do an FWB hookup, so I eventually responded accordingly. Then she started in with a whole new line of begging–pleading with me to not deduct the advance I had given her last week. That’s when I knew it wasn’t going to work. When she arrived at my door on Tuesday, I handed her 3000 pesos and told her it was her severance pay. She didn’t understand what that meant, so I explained to her that I wasn’t responsible for supporting all of her needs and I didn’t want any more of her drama in my life. She just stared at me, still not comprehending, so I bluntly stated “I don’t want to see you anymore.” She nodded and left.
I’m not heartless and I did feel bad about it. But I’m not going to live my life being hounded by parasites. She’s the third one (out of four) that I’ve had to terminate for similar reasons. So, yes, perhaps my FWB idea is not as practical as I thought it might be. I’m meeting up with a new candidate on Friday and we’ll see how that goes. I may need to come up with a brand new plan.
I attended a birthday gathering at the Kitchenette last evening. Turned out to be quite fun. I know the birthday gal from darts, but I’m otherwise not that well acquainted with her. She’s become a regular at the Kitchenette though and she generously sprang for two cases of beer which made for a festive evening. Sadly, it was also a “bon voyage” party as she will be joining her boyfriend in Sweden next week. Good luck and best wishes to you, Beng.
And that was my day. It could be worse, I could be this guy:
As seen on PowerLine: How long can the charade of “President” Joe Biden go on before senior officials in Washington start to chat amongst themselves about how to end it? This 14-second video below shows Biden trying to talk over the band that has started to play, and DOCTOR Jill Biden walking quickly up to him to stop the embarrassment. It sounds like she says “Look at me,” following which the “President” begins to wander off aimlessly and looking confused.
It’d be nice if you could just stop being so horny (imagine the money you could save!), but that’s not gonna work. Heh. Remember how Tyrion Lannister said he wanted to die?
“In my own bed, at the age of 80, with a belly full of wine and a girl’s mouth around my cock.”
HaHa, yeah, Tyrion is my hero!
Truthfully though, it is not so much about horniness as it is trying to create a win-win situation that doesn’t equate to prostitution, at least in the classic sense of the word. I would be satisfied if the arrangement was only about a massage or hiking companion. In theory, this “taking care of each other” concept is a way for the girls to earn money without selling their dignity. In return, I get the illusion I’m with someone who wants to take care of me and spend time with me. It hasn’t really been working out that way though. Rather than stopping the begging for money, participants seem to view me as an ATM for whatever need that arises in their life. Knowing that is how they see me kills any desire I might have for their company. The win-win becomes a lose-lose.
My remaining FWB has mostly been an exception to the above. She begs occasionally, but always in terms of “please, please, please, let me give you a massage today!” Yeah, it is a subtle difference, if any, but at least she is playing the game.
How long can the charade of “President” Joe Biden go on? I think that’s the question most rational Americans are asking. More importantly is the question of “who is really running this country?” Clearly it’s not the elected (Yeah Right) man in office. And then their is the question of do we want this buffoon gone and have Kamala in charge? No easy answers.
Regarding your friends with benefits routine. I have the perfect candidate for you. Her name is Rosy Palm. She’s available 24/7/365 and charges nothing. Let me know if you are interested. Peace Out!
It’s interesting to watch the madness from afar. But yeah, with Kamala next in line it is going to be a disaster either way.
I know Rosie! There’s even a song about her:
Rosie you’re alright, you wear my ring
When you hold me tight, Rosie that’s my thing
When you turn out the light, I’ve got to hand it to me
Looks like it’s me and you again tonight
Rosie
…trying to create a win-win situation that doesn’t equate to prostitution
Dude. Just call it what it is. If she’s being paid for sex, she’s a prostitute. To be clear, I don’t judge the use of prostitutes at all (in fact, I’d like to see prostitution widely legalized), but I sense you have a hang-up about labels, and I’m here to tell you that the labels don’t change the reality, so you may as well use accurate labels. No need to engage in legalistic hair-splitting. She’s a ho, you want sex, she wants money (does any of this work without money?), and it’s really that simple. And dignity? Well, if she’s willing to rent her body for sex, the issue of dignity is, at best, an open question. So just own it, I say. You’re bangin’ hos, and that’s fine as long as no one’s getting hurt.
Well, prostitution is technically illegal here, so I don’t want to call my escapades that… It is just two consenting adults sharing intimacy to our mutual benefit.
On his radio show, G. Gordon Liddy used to say, “I don’t own any guns, but Mrs. Liddy has a rather impressive gun collection.”
Uh-huh.
Call the situation whatever you like, I guess, but it doesn’t change the reality of what’s going on. Again: would any of this happen without money to grease the wheels?
If you’re avoiding the “p” word so you don’t end up on some sort of list, then I apologize for my comment, and you’re free to delete it to make yourself a bit less searchable (although I’m pretty sure I’ve made comments to this effect before, so you may have to comb through your blog and delete several of my comments). I certainly don’t want to “out” or “doxx” you.
No, no, I’m not paranoid and have no issue with the expressed viewpoint that FWB is prostitution by another name. I’m just not going to admit that that is my intent. The key difference in my mind is that it is not necessarily about sex–massage, hiking, companionship are non-sexual elements of the program.