A few days later I followed her back to South Carolina, everything seemed perfect as it was when we originally fell in love back in Pittsburgh, keep in mind this is my previous room mate of 6 months, there were no sexual or feelings for each other at all during the 6 months we lived together. A few weeks later I never received my last money from previous boss, money was tight and I realized she survived solely from sugar daddies giving her money, but she says she does no sexual acts for it, I somewhat believe it because they are older men and she's so hot she gets whatever she wants.
Previously We traveled to California previously to meet with her last sugar daddy which I didn't know at the time, she left a week later and I had the time of my life In California, me and her "sugar daddy" became good friends oddly enough and I learned a lot about cars.
When we met back in South Carolina we kept partying and traveling to North Carolina(Charlotte, Raleigh), then to Folly and Myrtle Beach in South Carolina, back and forth. Then With Bike week coming up she decided it'd be best to go to Daytona Beach Florida to wash bikes in a Bikini, the people lied and she actually wouldn't be making 200$+tips a day(lol who woulda thought). I ended up getting a job in a restaurant then quitting because fuck it was ridiculously hard and I had a feeling she was about to leave me there.
I get phone charged at a McDonald's and turn it on... "Joey hurry"... I get to her car and she's getting it jumped because the battery died, because she's planning on leaving in morning to get more adderal(abuses this shit she's prescribed)... She then flips out on me for no reason and drops me off at a greyhound bus station where I ended up sleeping outside for the night, I sadly got robbed by some random dude as well that night, I had nothing to take really though, he took my sunglasses, still it sucked.
The next morning I am waiting on a train to get to New York to stay with a fellow SC player, 5 minutes before the train arrives I realize I lost my ID because I am a procrastinator, it must have fell out when that douche robbed me of my sunglasses. I cancel ticket just in time with Amtrak to get 90% of refund back about, then found my ID where I was sleeping, under that bench.
The next morning she calls me crying, saying how sorry she is and it will never happen again, I believe her and she picks me up where she left me, essentially homeless. I forgive her and she continues to rail into my brain all of my negative traits I have to fix....but it seems she was right, and I only grew stronger from these experiences she put me through, so I listen. So confused, so deeply in love with this woman who is seemingly the most gorgeous and vibrant woman I have ever been the side bitch of, because now I guess I realize that's what I was.
A few more days were spent in Florida, seeing Orlando, West Palm, and St. Augustine, all while having the most hypnotizing sex with the hottest girl ever, I began to realize I don't think logically, but with my dick. After all, this is the best piece of ass almost any man could ask for, or was it? ....I sold about 1.5K worth of computer equipment for 400$ and spent entire tax refund to try and please her, I realized I am not sugar daddy material at the moment and I cannot please or keep her sane unless I can take care of myself first, and I guess that goes with any partner, relationship, room mate, etc.
A few days ago my father passed away on the 25th while I was attempting to get back to Pittsburgh to be by his side after word of his stroke, I didn't make it in time.... Devistated... How could I let my judgment be so clouded? I knew my father understood regardless, at 81 years old, he knew ai loved him, I was able to see all the places he loved and spoke so highly of, and now he is with me in spirit.
She still drops me off and picks me up randomly and I guess she only likes me for my big dick she says, who knows, all I know is I threw away a lot, and suffered a ton for something I thought was love, I am homeless now trying to get back on my feet, the only reason I came to check TL is because I saw the BW remastered post, then became inspired to write a blog because I haven't in awhile, I'm sober and bored.
I am writing this on my moms tablet as she let me crash here for the night, couch surfing and trying to get my shit together, there's nothing more that I want than to sit at a PC and play BW at the moment, it's been over 6 months since I've gamed, it totally sucks, it's my escape and peace of mind.
If anyone has a couch TelecoM can crash on till I get on my feet I'd really appreciate it, I kmow it's a weird and random question, but hey...any TLer would post here asking for a helping hand rather than craigslist or backpage lol. I can cook, clean, I'm GM in SC2 and B-\B rank in BW and part of Ever BW still, free coaching and back rubs, etc etc.
In all seriousness, if you could help that'd be awesome and it may save my life right now, if not I still love you the same. I really miss TL and being an active part of this gaming community, even if I wasn't the most positive part of it at times.
Thanks for reading TL, any questions about my story just shoot.