Quote: (01-06-2018 07:53 PM)Brother Abdul Majeed Wrote:
I dated a woman who (in retrospect) I would now consider a trophy girlfriend. There was no end game to it.
It was about 10 years ago and I had been divorced for about 5 years at the time.
I was 41 when I met her and was just getting back on my feet financially, she was 24 at the time. She had massive fake tits courtesy of her former boyfriend (an Iranian dude). She lived downtown Toronto and always had trouble paying her rent. She had dubious jobs as a "club promoter" and other such nonsense. She measured her weight in quarter pounds, and her kitchen cabinet had no real food, only a bunch of pills. She was a real mess. She excersized relentlessly and once when she was jogging one of her tits bounced upwards and smacked her in the eye (no word of a lie).
I was pretty beta at the time and put up with all kinds of bullshit from her, but I liked having her around just to impress my co-workers at work functions. I also really liked having sex with her. I liked the way other guys would look her up and down when we went out to restaurants. It was a bit of a cheap thrill. That was about it. There was no end game to the deal.
She cheated on me with a well known photographer when she was on a photo shoot in the Caribbean. I still took her back after that. The relationship lasted about 2 years and she was the one that broke it off.
I shake my head now when I look back at my former self.
Funny I flirted with the notion of dating a "club promoter" a few years ago. She was drop dead gorgeous, natural tits and an ass made in the gym. Unfortunately, she had zero value aside from looks, was accustomed to being around guys who showered her with attention and money, and eventually showed signs of cheating.