This thread has opened up an interesting discussion... so I will throw it out there and hide behind my anonymity with this question...
I'm a rich guy. Super rich by anyone's standards. I'm hanging out on this board and visiting a few of the ladies I hear about on here for one reason only... and that is that due to my lifestyle, I've given up trying to meet someone "for real". I'm now 50, retired, normal-looking and in good shape, live between two spectacular homes. And drive two spectacular cars. I'm not saying it to boast... I'm saying it so you understand the situation. Friends hook me up with women all the time, but I've given up trying to discern the genuine ones with the gold diggers. Frankly, it's become impossible. I've flirted with the idea of renting a "normal" home in Yaletown, buying a normal car and creating some sort of artistic "persona" and seeing if I can meet some real people.
I've met interesting women, travelled with them all over the world, whirlwind weekends to Vegas or Bahamas or a week in Italy. All that. And I can't shake the feeling and wondering if they'd be there if my bank account had a few less zeroes. And like I said, I've given up. I'm not saying all women are like that, of course. Just that I can't tell anymore and don't feel like trying to figure it out. I appreciate and understand and admit it's my issue more than anyones. Yet I crave a true relationship, even if it were on the floor of a 400sq. foot bug-infested apartment in the DTES. At least it'd be the real thing. And I would pay millions for the real thing.
Which is why I get it. My situation is orders of magnitude better than this poor guy but, I totally get it. For him, it's the potential unfolding a dream, and that's worth any amount of money. What this bitch did to that guy is far deeper and more painful than the money. She took a fragile guy and bashed the shit out of whatever spark of hope he may have had left. Money and material nonsense comes and goes, but those are some seriously deep emotional scar that he's left with.
You may hear in due course that some anonymous person stepped up to help this guy. That will have been me. Because I sympathise and understand and am happy to throw money at it, because at least that part of it can be fixed.
For the few ladies on here reading this who know who I am, I already know I can trust you with discretion. For the others who may be wondering, if you recall someone who fits the description, negotiated terms with you and then tipped you 15 canoes aka 3 Bordens aka 6 RCMP horse formations... that was probably me. Nice to "see" you again.
I'm a rich guy. Super rich by anyone's standards. I'm hanging out on this board and visiting a few of the ladies I hear about on here for one reason only... and that is that due to my lifestyle, I've given up trying to meet someone "for real". I'm now 50, retired, normal-looking and in good shape, live between two spectacular homes. And drive two spectacular cars. I'm not saying it to boast... I'm saying it so you understand the situation. Friends hook me up with women all the time, but I've given up trying to discern the genuine ones with the gold diggers. Frankly, it's become impossible. I've flirted with the idea of renting a "normal" home in Yaletown, buying a normal car and creating some sort of artistic "persona" and seeing if I can meet some real people.
I've met interesting women, travelled with them all over the world, whirlwind weekends to Vegas or Bahamas or a week in Italy. All that. And I can't shake the feeling and wondering if they'd be there if my bank account had a few less zeroes. And like I said, I've given up. I'm not saying all women are like that, of course. Just that I can't tell anymore and don't feel like trying to figure it out. I appreciate and understand and admit it's my issue more than anyones. Yet I crave a true relationship, even if it were on the floor of a 400sq. foot bug-infested apartment in the DTES. At least it'd be the real thing. And I would pay millions for the real thing.
Which is why I get it. My situation is orders of magnitude better than this poor guy but, I totally get it. For him, it's the potential unfolding a dream, and that's worth any amount of money. What this bitch did to that guy is far deeper and more painful than the money. She took a fragile guy and bashed the shit out of whatever spark of hope he may have had left. Money and material nonsense comes and goes, but those are some seriously deep emotional scar that he's left with.
You may hear in due course that some anonymous person stepped up to help this guy. That will have been me. Because I sympathise and understand and am happy to throw money at it, because at least that part of it can be fixed.
For the few ladies on here reading this who know who I am, I already know I can trust you with discretion. For the others who may be wondering, if you recall someone who fits the description, negotiated terms with you and then tipped you 15 canoes aka 3 Bordens aka 6 RCMP horse formations... that was probably me. Nice to "see" you again.






