My Foreign Girl Experience (Long)

[Thorpesaurous]

A few years back, I wrote a lengthy essay on my somewhat excruciating experience with a couple of girls, and this is gonna fall along those same lines. I got made fun of a bit for it, but I don't especially care. Enjoy, or don't read. Your perogative.


This is so random, that I feel like I need to set the table with some background. About a year ago, in an effort to stave off my increasingly debilitating depression and social anxiety, I started fishing out local underground poker lairs (I never said this wass smart). Mainly in Bridgeport, CT, which was just voted the nations 4th most disgusting city. It's generally a group of disgusting humanity that cycles from even disgustinger rental hall to another. I've had some luck, mainly because I can do rithmatic, and most of these fine gentleman range from not having teeth, to the other end of the spectrum, which is the dude whose car lease payment is more than his unemployment benefit, but he makes up for it by selling weed out of the trunk. These really aren't places I should be, but whatever.
One night I go in, and as I'm chipping up, I see a stunning, like rediculously stunning, asian girl already sitting. I don't go to these things very often, so I calmly ask the chip guy ... "Who the **** is that!?!?!" He tells me not to bother. She barely speakuhduhinglush. But neither do most of these degenerates, so I figure I'll give it a shot. I go sit at her table, and in spite of being a fat, bald, middle aged, jackass, I still spit pretty made game I gotta say ... okay so I don't spit mad game, but at least I have the patience to listen, and don't come off as an aspiring raper, or aspiring rapper, which really lets me stand out. Her name is Aisha, she's 26, she is Kazakhstani, she goes to the local college studying english.
We wind up getting along pretty well. We hang out a few times. In large part because she has no car. But most of our time is spent at various poker tournaments. She's a bigger degenerate gambler than me. But in spite of my effort, I'm unable to close the deal. We just don't see each other that often. And as much as I'd like to spend more time with her, the language difference has limited our interactions to monthly poker tournaments, and requests to go to various "clubs". Now I didn't go to clubs back when I could've been going to clubs. So now I'm just a bald guy buying drinks at the club with a handfull of foreign girls who I couldn't understand if my head was not being drummed with trance music. But I have little to lose, and once a month or so, I'm at least enjoying myself.
At one point this summer, I manage to get her to go out to dinner with me. This was a much more difficult proposition than I figured it would be. I sort of beat around the bush a little with it for a while, but everytime I tried to bring up food, she's say she doesn't like this or that. Who doesn't eat pizza. Of course that's why she looks like a mermaid and I look like a baked potato, but whatever, pizza is life affirming. Everything she likes ends in ...krblsh. I don't know why I didn't think of this sooner, but I finally stumbled onto sushii, every girl likes sushi. So I convince her to go out with me for sushi, and I rush home from work, shower, change, and my dipshit buddy is at my house because there's something wrong with the Johnson Rod in his car, and he sees me heading out. He asks where I'm heading, I basically tell him the first couple paragraphs here, to which he points out "wasn't Borat from Kazakhstan?" Now all I can think of is Borat. He says I should consider asking her to wear the Borat bikini for me. I pick her up, and I continue to chuckle to myself through stilted conversation between two people who can't really communicate. Eventually she asks my why I keep chuckling, and in my infinite wisdom, I ask her if she's ever seen Borat. She tells me "We go home now!!" Half an hour back to her appartment, and not for good stuff, in more or less complete silence. The lesson as always is that I'm not that bright ... and that my buddy is an asshole.
A few months go by, and in spite of a few sincere apology texts, I get little response. We hung out again for the first time about two months ago, going to the city to play in some game she knew about, and hang out with her old roommate Anya.
Anya is another one. A little older, just turned 30. She worked in insurance in Russia, the company sent her to US to learn English. Her's isn't as good as Aisha's, but you can sort of tell she's more mature. She left Bridgeport to start studying at some language school in NY while she works at the insurance company's Manhattan office. She hates it, because she's basically a file clerk now, where in Russia she was some adjuster or some crap. Either way, she looks like Ke$ha is supposed to look (I know in real life she's disgusting), and I feel like Costanza when he has that picture of the hot dead girlfriend and it allows him to get into all these secret hot chick clubs.
Now I get a phone call a couple weeks ago, and they're going to some awfull club for Aisha's birthday in Stamford, and she asks me to go. I get down there and I'm surrounded by sketchy russian dudes and hot chicks, and couldn't be more out of my element if I had gills. The place is loud, and dark, and crowded, and I can't completely talk to anyone, so I get really drunk, and eventually head home. Aisha drags me outside before I leave to invite me to a party she's having at Mohegan Sun Monday night, for her real birthday. I tell her I'll go, but this is seeming more and more like a sunken cost, and I'm probably not going. I'm already backed up at work, we lost a week with Hurricane Sandy, now I'm just coming back from Thanksgiving, why am I running up to Mohegan Sun on a Monday night?
I head into work Monday, and all morning, my phone is blowing up. My Macho Man Randy Savage "Ohhh Yeah!!!!" text message alert is going off over and over and over. My cousin / boss asks me who's blowing up my phone, and I tell him it's the Kazakhstani poker girl. She apparently really wants me to come to the Sun tonight. I keep getting "U Coming rite?" "110% u com!", and the like. My cousin tells me I should really chase this down (even if my boss would prefer I stay at work), so I throw caution to the wind and take Tuesday off and head straight there from work.

I'm told a few things about the night: "I getting big room so we can all night sleep." All her former soviet block friends will be there. She will cook traditional russian birthday feast for us. "We get ****ed up plenty well." We will play cards. I will dress "classic."

I throw on my good french cuffed linen dress shirt, my ace of spade cufflinks I bought in Atlantic City after doing so well in a poker tournament a couple summers ago, my crushed velvet gray pinstriped sports coat, and stuck with jeans. I'm just guessing what dressing "classic" means, but this is what I went with. I packed up a days clothes for Tuesday, and booked my own room just for safety's sake. I get up to casino by 630, park on the wrong side, and have to walk clear across the place (the place is huge). I cut across the floor with my bag, and figure I should grab chips while I'm here. So I cash in 500 bucks. As I stroll further, I'm crossing the poker room, so I figure let me get a few hands in before I check in and she knows I'm here. I play maybe a dozen hands, catch the high end of a straight, which never happens, and almost immediately walk away up 600 bucks. I did this with my tie untied around my neck, and decide this is how I'm going to look from now on ... classic ... less tied tie. I check in. Hit my room, which is spectacular. Full jacuzzi tub and a steam shower. And I call Aisha. She gives me her room number, but says she's very busy, and I should go play. But I have to go see what I'm getting into. So I grab flowers in the gift shop, I hop on the elevator, and a guy gets on with me, and politely tells my to zip my fly. I notice a Russian accent, then that he didn't hit a floor button (so we're heading to the same floor). I ask if that's a Russian accent, and he says "Of course ... number 1!", and I say I think we're heading to the same place. He looks at me and asks if Aisha made me wear the jacket and tie, and told me I shouldn't listen to "bishes".

[Thorpesaurous]

I follow him to the room. The place is rediculous. A 20 head dinner table. A full kitchen. A full wet bar. Two living rooms, one really for the giant TV, the other more of a huge lounge. A single giant bedroom. Two bathrooms. It's called the Wild Cherry Sweet, and I had no idea it existed. I get in there, and Aisha is working on traditional Russian dinner. It looks awfull. There must have been 40 hard boiled eggs chopped into these salads. Some hand made ravioli, that I'm frightened of what may be inside. Crepes and caviar, which tastes like whale ******. And some potato thing that I'm hoping I can eat, but then she covers it in sour cream.
In spite of my surly disposition (which I don't flash around here), it's a little known fact that I am actually the nicest guy in the world. I can't watch this girl doing all this stuff for her own birthday. So I start helping. She keeps telling me to stop, but I just can't help it. Finally she starts introducing me to people, and there aren't many there. But thankfully, Anya's there, so at least I have one person I know, while Aisha is hostessing. I'm formally introduced to the elevator guy, someone called Sammy The Jew, who they describe as "an agent". I don't know what this means, and I have few drinks and no food in me, so I'm tempted to ask, but I think better of it. Then I'm introduced to Bob, a gentleman probably approaching 50, and the only way I can describe him is creepy. Creepy Bob is american, and continues to socialize with me, but I decide pretty quickly I don't want to be linked to this guy when other people show up. I get behind the bar and start pouring drinks. A bunch more people show up, and I kid you not, it's one underwear model after another walking into this place. It appears Sammy the Jew is somehow in charge. His girlfriend shows up, with two columbian girls, one covered in tattoos, and both stunning. As a guy, I'm outnumbered in a good way. And most of the other guys there seem to have come with a girl. We sit down to eat, and I decide to muscle through this meal, and say nice things to Aisha about it, even if I have to purge later. But halfway through, some douchebag comes in, basically a guy from chapter one up there, and sits next to her, and I'm introduced to him, her boyfriend Josh. Now perhaps I'm predisposed to not liking the guy. But he comes in, smoking at the table, says he doesn't eat any of this shit, and asks her for 20 bucks to go downstairs for cigarrettes. I'm more than a little aggravated, and am actively wondering why she so pressed me to come to this fiasco. My first thought is that I'm going to be drugged and my vital organs will be removed and sold on the black market. My second is that I'm going to be jumped for the now 2500 bucks in cash and black chips I'm carrying. My third is that I've stumbled into some sort of international prostitution ring and I'll walk out of here having purchased a wife. But I start to notice at the dinner table that people are kind of paired off, and I was sort of pressed into a seat, and I'm sitting with Anya.
We finish dinner, and the lights go out, we start drinking heavily, a lot of vodka, a lot of tequila, a lot of white wine. I'm surprised at the lack of narcotics of any kind, although the tattooed colombian girl keeps making pot jokes, and this girl is a ten, and I'm really considering taking the sherpa hike back to my car to get the weed I have in my trunk. She makes one off handed coke comment that meets total silence, which I find really weird, and my thought is "next time ... my room will be filled with pot and coke!!!". Creepy Bob has girls posing provocatively for pictures. He goes downstairs and gets a pizza which doesn't win him any points over dinner. He winds up dissappearing with a gorgeous tiny little russian girl, and I'm starting to worry about what has become of my life, and how I wound up here. The russian trance music is pumping, and there's a lot dancing, fewer and fewer clothes, and it's sort of turning into Gomorrah out here. One smoking hot girl that was also asian looking, Dina, hops over the bar and starts dancing on top of me, I sense to irritate her dud of a boyfriend (dudes are total duds, myself included), which didn't bother me.

[Thorpesaurous]

Now it's about 1230, and Aisha decides we should all go gamble!!!! We head downstairs, and start towards the floor. The two Columbian chicks are Wasted with a capial W. And I tell Aisha, that we're gonna get thrown out of here. I offer to help her get them back to the room, and she and I escort them back. She tells me I should stay with them, sort of implying that I can take advantage of them, which was just weird, but I go downstairs to gamble with her. We find Sammy the Jew, and he, I, and Aisha, sit down for some Spanish 21. Her loser boyfriend stands behind her. Anya sits behind me and starts rubbing my back. It's late monday night, and I'm gambling with a hot russian broad rubbing my back, and I'm actively laughing because I cannot understand what the hell is going on. I'm still aggravated about the douchebag too ... only to have to remind myself that I'm still being pampered by Ke$ha while I play spanish 21 into the wee hours of a monday with a bunch of gambling degenerates. We hop from table to table. Hit the poker room. I go play a little three card poker. I'm not doing so good. Sammy the Jew says he needs to be at Laguardia at 5am, another statement that I'm tempted to ask about, but think better of. I'm guessing it's probably to deliver my kidney's in a cooler so they can be shipped to China for use in an illegal operation on a wealthy dieing business man, while I slowly bleed out and die in the jacuzzi tub of the Wild Cherry Sweet, so I figure I'm better just not knowing. Anya, his girlfriend, he and I all head back to the room. We're joined by a friend of his, Jeremiah the Irishman, a hardcore Irishman who doesn't drink, or as my grandfather would say, a ***. He's a nice enough guy. Runs a poker room in Stamford, and I actually took his number, and if nothing else I feel like I got this contact out of the night, and I can steer clear of Bridgeport for card games. But at this point my interest has drifted to Anya, not this guy. Sammy goes to bed for a nap. Aisha's downstairs playing while her boyfriend probably rubs her back. So if this guy will just shut up at least we'll be sort of alone. I get the sense Aisha is supposed to get that bedroom, but Sammy the Jew may be responsible for this room, and he's not one you can put on the couch. Jeremiah the Irishman finally falls asleep on the couch, and Anya is laying with me on another couch, and we're drinking wine and I'm rubbing her feet. I've decided at this point that this is how I'm going to live the rest of my life. It's about 300 when the door knocks, and two new Russian dudes come in, with a girl. These guys are just getting started. They're all riled up. One is a jug of a human being. A head a straight cylinder, like a lego guy but wider through the chest and belly. His buddy is dressed in sketchy tight jeans. Both are older than me. Both are talking fast in Russian. They ask me to pour them drinks. I'm plowing them with Vodka, and they're drinking like it's water. The big guy starts asking what kind of party this is with no Blough!! Why no Blough!!! I'm getting uncomfortable. I can't understand them. I tell Anya I'm tired and I'm heading to my room. She pleads with me to stay. I'm not sure if she's not comfortable with them alone, or if she's just setting me up to be violated by this lego guy. I'm a total sucker for even the notion of a damsel in distress, even if I'm just making it up in my head, so I stay a bit longer. Sammy the Jew wakes up, and Aisha comes back with Josh the Douchebag. I feel better leaving now. Sammy leaves for Laguardia (WTF!?!?), and the lego guy and crew head down to play. The sight of Aisha and Josh at 4 am has me more aggitated, and I decide to leave. Anya offers me a couch, but I'm not really interested in the columbian vomit couch. I have a room I spent good money on. I tell her I'm heading to my room. And being the Gentleman and Pervert that I am, I offer her to join me. She sort of freaks out and says "Brain (because that's how my name sounds) ... Brain ... I'm not like this gurls". I sort of recoil, and say I don't mean like that (although I did mean like that). I have a nice clean room, that doesn't smell like columbian vomit, krebablabash dinner, and spilled patron. My bed is plenty big for both of us, I'll even put that big pillow between us, or I'll take the couch if she wants, or I'll call her in the morning ... totally up to her. She follows me downstairs, and I set up my couch (you see what being the nicest guy in the world gets you ... the couch in your own room). I decide I'm going to rinse off the 26 hours I've been awake and hop in the shower, and gods in heaven ... she hops in with me. I was in that goldy locks drunk state, and a good time was had by all. I'm also now expecting a bill for this activity at some point, and figure I better make it worth it, so again the next morning, but still no request for financial compensation. We finally roll out of bed. She's gonna head upstairs to the other room. I go check out, and go to chip out, but get an hours worth of Let it Ride going, and win another 200 bucks. I walked in with 1800, walked out with 2600. I head back upstairs. Douchebag Josh needs more money from Aisha for cigarrettes, and she invites me to lay in bed with her to tell me "Brain ... you are best!!! Thank you for coming!!!" all while she's naked, and I'm left reconsidering my existence again.
I start cleaning up, and cook us some eggs and bacon. Josh comes up and tells Anya and I to stop cleaning, that's what maids are for, "you know how much this room costs?!?" I mutter something about him knowing how much cigarrettes cost, but whatever. And we all sit down, the last four left, and eat like we're friendly couples on vacation talking about high school days. This is who I am now apparently. "Remember when Dina climbed over the bar? ... that was something!" So ****ing weird.

[Thorpesaurous]

Anya asks me for a ride to the train station, which frankly had she asked me to knock over the casino at that point I probably would've given it a shot. Of course I will. We head out to leave. I want to stop in Puma store, and I grab some sneakers. I see her pawing through clothes and wonder if I'm supposed to pay for them ... or offer to pay for them ... or will I get slapped if I offer to pay for them ... I'm so confused. I catch a break noticing a spend 200 bucks get 40% off. So I get three pairs of shoes, meaning I'm just short, and I can then offer to pay for her stuff, and seem like I'm just trying to get the deal. She won't let me pay for them, which was a boost, but I put them all on my card and she gave me a hundred bucks, which wasn't what she owed me, but hey ... at least she didn't ask me to knock over the casino. I'm carrying our shit all the way across the casino to my car, sweating and feeling old and out of shape. She hooks her ipod into my car to hit up more chilled russian trance music. She falls asleep on my heated seat, and I drive us through terrible weather to Fairfield train station. I wake her up, and wait with her for train, then she goes, and I'll probably never see her again.
She shoots me a text from the train "Thanx fur everything Brain .... u r such good". I don't know really how to respond, so I thank her as well, and tell her whenever she's in CT to give me a call. All week I struggle to think of something I can start a dialogue with her about. I remember before she left she was looing at her Puma stuff and asked why there's no Puma store in NY. So I spent lunch on Thursday looking up all the Puma Store locations in Manhattan and texted them to her. "Wow ... it's so good ... thanx so much Brain!" I give up.

I also shoot Aisha a text. "Thanks so much for the invite. I had a great time." "Hi! I just woken up! Thnk u for coming Brain! U no what!? U R Best!"

I've exchanged a few texts with Anya since then. I'm heading to city for Pinstripe bowl in a few weeks, and I offered to bring her, but she's not into football. We're tentatively scheduled for another casino trip in January for an MMA fight. I've also offered to head into the city just for dinner, but shit just doesn't line up easily, and I'm sort of feeling some resistance. I have little invested, other than the fact that she is absolutely stunning, but I'm kind of chalking it up to a one off thing, and we'll be aquaintences who had a good night.

So this past weekend, I head out shooting. Another tension releiving habit I've deleloped. My friend Samu and I. He's got a full blown arsenal, and we're ripping through rounds, and zombie targets, and spending a small fortune. He's had enough, but it's only about 8, so as I'm leaving and trying to figure what to do, I'm sifting through my phone and see Jeremiah Irishman. I figure what the hell, and call him to see if he has a game I can hop in to spruce up my Saturday. He does have something going in Norwalk. A half hour for me toward NY, and I should probably just keep going and track down Anya, but I decide on poker.
I head in and there's about 40 people playing limit cash. I chip up and sit down. I don't play a ton of limit, nor do I play much cash, I'm mostly into tournament stuff. But I had a little cash experience from the casino just a few weeks ago. I'm not doing well. I'm not comfortable because I don't know exactly what I'm doing, but I'm getting by. They have somewhat scantily clad girls walking around to serve drinks, and offering 15 minute massages for 25 bucks. And as I'm soaking in my surroundings while I'm losing money, I spot the smoking hot tattooed Columbian girl from the casino. She's like a totally different thing from Anya, who's tall and lean and blonde and like some kind of a sexy leopard. This girl is pettite everywhere but where it matters, and she's strong looking. Smokey eyes, long dark hair, with tons of black and grey tattoo work everywhere. Frankly if I were describing a fantasy to a police sketch artist, this might come out.
I consider saying hi, but again, this whole thing is just sooo ****ing weird. Next thing I know she spots me, and comes up to say hello. She remembered me. She was embarrassed about how drunk she and her friend were (her friend was the throwing up one). I cash out down and I go buy her a drink. We're talking, she formally introduces herself. I'm again apparently spitting mad game ... I have no idea what I'm doing. I'm sort of wondering if she's offering massages for 25 bucks, what'll she do for 50 ... for 100 ... for 250 ... do I have 1000 dollars on me? But she's really sweet, and in spite of deviant mind, I'm coming across as the nicest guy in the world ... which I am. She's bitching about being tired and not wanting to be there, and she's got cold papa john's at home. I casually point out that she's in the heart of the pizza mecca of the world. She says she just moved here a few months ago, doesn't know her way around, doesn't know any places, is living with her sick father, and doesn't have a car, and asks me to take her out.
Again, I'm beside myself and wondering what I'm doing differently. But I don't want to overthink it (which I tend to do, as this dissertation attests to), and I pick her up for dinner last night. We go out for pizza. It's nice she speaks english. She's sooo sooo young. She'll be 24 on Christmas. She's had a rough go. Parents divorced, she lived in Florida with Mom. Mom overdosed. She left for LA to become actress. Actually did ok allegedly, she was in a few episodes of CSI Miami, a Southland, and much to my 35 year old horror ... she was slimed on iCarly, and all I can think about is sliming her. As we sit there talking, and I can't see her rediculous body, and the tattoos are covered, and all of sudden she looks soo young. She sounds young. She's got all these stories about getting ****ed up, and partying, and just the type of thing young people talk about. But again, just really sweet. Sounds like she's trying to turn a corner. She had a bunch of money when her mother died, but it sounds like she burned through it (at least a little on implants) and now she's living in Bridgeport with her father.
I get nowhere with her, which I'm alright with. It's weird she went from so sexualized in my head to where she went, all while being absolutely stunning. She "loved going out to a real dinner, at a real place, with a real person" and not the shit she's used to. She asked me to take her to the best sushi place I know next Wednesday.

Now I'm wondering what happens with the other two girls as I'm on my way home, and I get a text from both Aisha and Anya telling me they heard I went out with Cali, and heard it was great, and will she be coming to Casino for MMA fight with us, I should bring her.
I have no idea what's happening with my life at the moment. I'm 35. I work 60+ hour weeks. I read. I watch prestige cable television. I'm house hunting. My friends are mostly married or at least in serious relationships. And yeah I have a couple bad habits. I probably gamble more than I should. And I've been known to binge drink. But gallavanting around with young foreign girls has never been me, perhaps to my shagrin, but still not me. And now I'm spending a night a month with them at casinos.

I'm just gonna hang on until I fall off. That's the plan for now.

[Flagrant 2]

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[millwad]

Oh, man, that is Jlauber-like.

[9erempiree]

WTF is this?

Paragraphs should be OP's best friend.

This thread reminds me of those adult message boards where losers fantasize and write about fake scenarios and stories.

:roll:

[falc39]

OP, did you try sending pics of your cawk..? Girls love that

[ZeN]

Holy Shit Thorp.

[CeltsGarlic]

My Foreign Girl Experience (Long)
No, not long at all.

[kNIOKAS]

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[-p.tiddy-]

Thorpe this all reads like someone really coked out or something...it doesn't even come to a conclusion of any kind really, just kind of rambling about experiences

not like you, hope everything is good

[ZeN]

Thorpe this all reads like someone really coked out or something...it doesn't even come to a conclusion of any kind really, just kind of rambling about experiences

not like you, hope everything is good
Hes Hypomanic. No illegal substance required.

[dunksby]

Holy shit snacks!

[Thorpesaurous]

Thorpe this all reads like someone really coked out or something...it doesn't even come to a conclusion of any kind really, just kind of rambling about experiences

not like you, hope everything is good


There really is no conclusion at this point. I don't understand this really at all. I'd get it if I was throwing more money around, but I'm not. I've just sort of tapped into this weird vein of hot foreign girls. I'm completely out of my element.
It's a weird experience I've shared with some of my friends, so I figured I'd share it here. The bulk of it was an email I sent out after everyone asked about my casino trip.

[Thorpesaurous]

I actually read that whole thing. Engaging tale.

And you say this chick got slimed on iCarly? I have some research to do then.

I tried find an imdb page, but couldn't last night.

[Nick Young]

does thorpe have aspergers?

[-p.tiddy-]

There really is no conclusion at this point. I don't understand this really at all. I'd get it if I was throwing more money around, but I'm not. I've just sort of tapped into this weird vein of hot foreign girls. I'm completely out of my element.
It's a weird experience I've shared with some of my friends, so I figured I'd share it here. The bulk of it was an email I sent out after everyone asked about my casino trip.
just make it your element :cheers:

[Graviton]

Cliff notes please?

[AboveTheRim.]

That was a pretty crazy story. I can't imagine what I'd be doing in your situation.

You mentioned that you felt way too old for some of these girls, how old are you?

[CeltsGarlic]

Well, waiting for NBA, I read all this, and its fkin crazy story. Your doing good bro. Looks like fun, but somewhat depressing. Lacks drugs.

[-p.tiddy-]

That was a pretty crazy story. I can't imagine what I'd be doing in your situation.

You mentioned that you felt way too old for some of these girls, how old are you?
I just skimmed and read the end


I have no idea what's happening with my life at the moment. I'm 35. I work 60+ hour weeks. I read. I watch prestige cable television. I'm house hunting. My friends are mostly married or at least in serious relationships. And yeah I have a couple bad habits. I probably gamble more than I should. And I've been known to binge drink. But gallavanting around with young foreign girls has never been me, perhaps to my shagrin, but still not me. And now I'm spending a night a month with them at casinos.

[miggyme1]

stop being a lame and f.u.c.k all three oF them hoes.............................................. .................................................. .......RAW

[AboveTheRim.]

I just skimmed and read the end

Ah thanks, must have just missed that.

[-p.tiddy-]

Thorpe, more people might read all that if there were pics, just sayin :D

[BoogieWoogieMan]

I can't believe I read all of that. It does sound like a bad trip that lasted for months. Seems like this tattooed girl really likes you. Just stop overthinking, live in the moment and go for it. What do you have to lose?

[NotYetGreat]

Wow, I actually read every word. :wtf: Honestly though, going through it, I thought someone may have hacked your account coz from what I remember you're one of the more... eloquent (?) writers here on the board. Also, this sounds like something out of a Haruki Murakami book (which is probably why some of us were engaged enough to read the whole damn thing).

Anyway, maybe this is one of those out-of-the-ordinary, life-changing experiences that people go through. Take it for what it's worth, but make sure you get something good out of it that you know won't mess you up down the road (feels weird saying that to a man twice my age).

[SourPatchKids]

Paula Garces was the hottest girl that was ever on CSI: Miami

[enayes]

did you hook up with the hot asian chick?

[SourPatchKids]

did you hook up with the hot asian chick?
Did you just read the first few paragraphs?

[Borat]

Did I just read "The Rum Diaries"?

:confusedshrug:

:cheers:

[Thorpesaurous]

Thorpe, more people might read all that if there were pics, just sayin :D


I do in fact have some pictures, I'm just not sure I'm comfortable posting these girls' pictures. I have one of Anya behind the bar in the room. I have a couple just of the room in general. I don't have a good one of Aisha, but I did get one of her in front of the glowing coral at the casino, which gives you a good shot of her silouhette, which is just rediculous.

And Cali and I were talking tattoos the night at the poker game, and I woke up Sunday with a text of a picture she sent me of her back which was just rediculous.

[Thorpesaurous]

I can't believe I read all of that. It does sound like a bad trip that lasted for months. Seems like this tattooed girl really likes you. Just stop overthinking, live in the moment and go for it. What do you have to lose?

That's sort of the direction I'm heading. The truth is I really dig the Aisha. It's silly to break them all down physically, because they are all stunning. In fact traditionally speaking, she's probably the worst looking one. But she's smart. Maybe it's the poker thing, but it feels like I have some common ground with her. But she's got the sketchy boyfriend, so what am I gonna do. She appeared willing to set me up with any or all of her friends. I know she likes me, it's almost like she's my wing man.
Anya I pobably like second most. Mostly because she's a little older, and she seems more relatable. But she's in NY, and frankly just isn't quite as smart as Aisha, which makes the language thing tougher.
Cali the tattooed girl is just so god damned young. She speaks English at least, but man it's weird listening to her. She's probably the worst match, but the most accessible, so I'm just gonna keep hanging out with her and sort of stay in this circle and see what happens. Everybody sort of knows where everybody stands too.

[-p.tiddy-]

I do in fact have some pictures, I'm just not sure I'm comfortable posting these girls' pictures. I have one of Anya behind the bar in the room. I have a couple just of the room in general. I don't have a good one of Aisha, but I did get one of her in front of the glowing coral at the casino, which gives you a good shot of her silouhette, which is just rediculous.

And Cali and I were talking tattoos the night at the poker game, and I woke up Sunday with a text of a picture she sent me of her back which was just rediculous.
You should post them. Odds of them finding them on ISH are slim to none. Just make sure the image file names don't include their real names...

[Thorpesaurous]

Wow, I actually read every word. :wtf: Honestly though, going through it, I thought someone may have hacked your account coz from what I remember you're one of the more... eloquent (?) writers here on the board. Also, this sounds like something out of a Haruki Murakami book (which is probably why some of us were engaged enough to read the whole damn thing).

Anyway, maybe this is one of those out-of-the-ordinary, life-changing experiences that people go through. Take it for what it's worth, but make sure you get something good out of it that you know won't mess you up down the road (feels weird saying that to a man twice my age).


I appreciate the advice. I do often write in that staccatto style when I'm writing a long narrative, because it makes it feel longer and more surreal, which has it feels for me, and that's the sense I'm trying to get accross, that these weird things just sort of keep stacking up.
I don't know that this is life changing long term, but it's certainly been fun, and it is my intention to just keep riding the wave here, but I also feel like I could run into trouble at some point. I'm still not sure what all these girls have in common. Why they call that guy an agent. Maybe he helps them with visas or something. And almost none of them drive. He kind of carts a lot of them around. This weird poker scene seems to have something to do with it. Aisha deals from time to time in bigger tournaments when she's not playing.

[Thorpesaurous]

You should post them. Odds of them finding them on ISH are slim to none. Just make sure the image file names don't include their real names...

This is the shot I woke up to on Sunday morning after playing poker.

http://i345.photobucket.com/albums/p375/Thorpesaurous/Tattoo_zps9f5df8bd.png

[Nick Young]

dude. they want u to marry anya so u can get a green card. Anya really doesn't want to go back to Russia. The Kazahk chick doesn't want you but saw that she could use you to help her friend out, as like you say, you're a really nice guy who seems happy to pay for random girl's stuff. She's pawning you off to Anya.

Be careful buddy. They trying to rope you in for marriage.

Also don't offer to cook, it makes you look like a bitch.

Eastern Europeans are some of the last people on earth where the women are women and know how to cook and are proud to cook for the men.

They like doing it and they cook bomb ass food so let them do it.

Potatos and sourcream is awesome btw give it a try.

The feminist movement in America is doing it's best to emasculate men, and turn them into wimps. Lots of the shit they say is lies, women were not actually that badly oppressed compared to men throughout history.

In the "dark ages" of europe women were not kept inside to weave all day, girls went to school every day just like the boys, even the poorest families sent their kids to school and girls often staid in school longer and got a better education then the men. Yeh the women didn't have alot of rights but neither did the common man. And throughout human history, women are allowed to stay at home during times of war while men are forced to risk their lives in battle, in order to protect the women.

And anyone who has read any ancient Irish poetry can tell you that women over there were equals with men.

[ace23]

This is the shot I woke up to on Sunday morning after playing poker.

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Can't see it. Have to sign in to e-mail.

[-p.tiddy-]

Need account to see pic Thorpe...use Photobucket or something

[Thorpesaurous]

Can't see it. Have to sign in to e-mail.


Now it should work.

[TheSilentKiller]

I can't believe I read all of that. It does sound like a bad trip that lasted for months. Seems like this tattooed girl really likes you. Just stop overthinking, live in the moment and go for it. What do you have to lose?
This. Just let life take you where it wants you to go. Even if it isn't 'you'

[Thorpesaurous]

This is not a great pictures, but it's the silhouette of my girl Aisha. She's pretty much an asian mermaid with these incredible full lips.

http://i345.photobucket.com/albums/p375/Thorpesaurous/Silouhette_zps1d2bfe3f-1_zpsa47dff58.jpg

[Nick Young]

This is not a great pictures, but it's the silhouette of my girl Aisha. She's pretty much an asian mermaid with these incredible full lips.

http://i345.photobucket.com/albums/p375/Thorpesaurous/Silouhette_zps1d2bfe3f-1_zpsa47dff58.jpg
Aisha not your girl man, she uses you for your car and trying to pawn you off to get her friend US citizenship.

[Thorpesaurous]

Aisha not your girl man, she uses you for your car and trying to pawn you off to get her friend US citizenship.


I'll take it.

[unbreakable]

10/10 story thorp.. as always love your riveting tells.. especially the last one about the chick you went to the tourny with..

just so i get this straight..

you liked anya, but anya has bf..

you smash aiesha twice..

now you might get the colombian? did i follow this right?...

also what is your job title? i hope to be able to splurge like you when im your age bro :cheers:

[Stuckey]

I'm still perplexed why there wasn't coke at the party

the build up was good but there was no ending

Keep us updated then

and be careful, fvk and chuck, dont keep them around

[boozehound]

thanks for the posts thorp. That was a highly entertaining read. You have a great attitude towards life, so **** that depression shit.

[Solidape]

OP Listen to this advice very carefully


Paragraphs are your friends

[gigantes]

great inner glimpse, slice-of-life thing. really cool that you'd be willing to share something like that here.

the narrative reminded me of the infamous "blindmute loli" saga, if you've ever heard of that one. just about as riveting, too.

i'm around your age bracket, not the best self-image, and look for completely different women normally, but would probably have duplicated your actions 100%. most of my romances with gorgeous younger women have ended with me being tossed aside eventually. yet that will probably never be a reason not to jump on the very next express... whenever it happens to be blowing its steam whistle. :P


EDIT: screw paragraphs. it's completely readable as is, and we need your attention on the writing, not the presentation. this isn't school or a magazine, for chrissakes.

[Graviton]

Now that I have read it all, I thank you.

Don't get why Aesha was treating you like that when she had a boyfriend. So you smashed Anya and are now on the Columbian chick?

Wish I was there, Russian was my 2nd language, English the 3rd. I could translate their ramblings.

[Thorpesaurous]

10/10 story thorp.. as always love your riveting tells.. especially the last one about the chick you went to the tourny with..

just so i get this straight..

you liked anya, but anya has bf..

you smash aiesha twice..

now you might get the colombian? did i follow this right?...

also what is your job title? i hope to be able to splurge like you when im your age bro :cheers:


Almost.

Aisha is the one I really like. She's the Khazahkstani one who's sillouhette I have up there. First one I met. She seems the smartest. We have our poker habit in common. She's also an incredible artist. She spends a ton of her free time drawing. I've taken her to a couple museums. I really dig her, but she's got the douchebag boyfriend.

Anya was her roommate. Now lives in NY. Her and I hit it off pretty good right from the jump when I met her hanging out with Aisha. Probably because she's a little older than the rest of the crowd. She works in insurance, and did that in Russia too. She's just a little more grown up. She's the one I wound up with at the casino. She's also probably the hottest of the three if there were some sort of poll taken. Her english isn't as good as Aisha's, and even with that, I'm just not sure she's all that bright.

Cali is the Columbian girl. She is american. From Florida originally. She's the one I met up with after the casino night. Aisha tried to pawn me on her that night too. She's incredibly hot, but just seems even younger than she even is. Because of how she looks and the tattoos and everything, she just oozes sex, but when I got her out to dinner, and I'm sitting across the table from her, and she starts telling me this awfull story. Her parents divorced. Her mother died of an overdose when she was 16. She quit HS and took off to LA. Started some bullshit acting, dayrate kind of walk through roles I guess. Did a lot modeling, like car show girl stuff, and a ton of the body paint type of ComiCon stuff. She says her father got sick so she came back to help him, but if I had to guess I'd say she ran out of the money her mother left her and wasn't gonna be able to hang on in LA. And she's telling me this, and the tattoos are covered, and she's sitting behind a table, and she's like in awe of how nice this pizza place I took her too is (it is nice), and all I could think was how young this girl was. She didn't look like the tatted up fun toy who texted me that picture of her back anymore. I snapped out of it for sure. But she's a tough one for me. She's also the most accessible, in that she's single, local, and speaks english. We're going out for Sushi next Wednesday.

And I'm a mech engineer for a small family manufacturing company in the aerospace industry. I was a math major, and really good at it. I have a minor in psych. I do ok. I make 115 - 125K a year, depending on how we do which determines the year end bonuses. I rent half a duplex at the moment, but I'm house hunting, so my savings is in pretty good shape.

[Thorpesaurous]

I'm still perplexed why there wasn't coke at the party

the build up was good but there was no ending

Keep us updated then

and be careful, fvk and chuck, dont keep them around


I'm also surprised there wasn't coke there. I'm by no means a coke guy, but I do tend to splurge a couple times a year. I have a buddy in California who pretty much can't live without it. He's a chef. And when he's home, I tend to inbibe a bit. I have access to it. I considered bringing some just in case anyone was looking, but decided against it just not knowing what I was getting into.
And who knows, I wasn't everywhere all the time. Maybe it was happening in the bedroom or bathrooms.

[Thorpesaurous]

Now that I have read it all, I thank you.

Don't get why Aesha was treating you like that when she had a boyfriend. So you smashed Anya and are now on the Columbian chick?

Wish I was there, Russian was my 2nd language, English the 3rd. I could translate their ramblings.


I could totally use a guy like you as a wing man. All my wing men have been taken up.

I'm not really blaming Aisha for what very well may have been a misinterpretation on my end. Some language barrier issues, and maybe some wishfull thinking on my part. I have a feeling she couldn't get Anya to come up from NY unless she had a "couple" for her, and that's why she pressed me so much to come. Anya was at the birthday party that couple nights before, and we were kinda clicking that night just because she's more inclined to drink with me and gripe about work and paying rent than these other young girls. Maybe Anya wasn't comfortable hanging out with a bunch of couples, which I totally get, and she asked Aisha to make sure I was gonna go if she went. That's my guess anyway. I can't imagine Aisha's boyfriend wasn't there that night, but I don't remember him if he was. There were a lot of people there.

[Just2McFly]

8/10- missing details about the sex

[Thorpesaurous]

I had this whole thing sort of wrap up last night, so I figured I'd update the few people who were interested. Again, I'm aware that I'm petty wordy.

So after my dinner with the Tattoo girl, it became pretty clear that she was up for anything, and unfortunately also clear that she just wasn't the one for me. For starters, she smokes a ton of pot. Like 4/5 times a day. And she's filled with the young hot girl overly dramatic thing, which I didn't enjoy when I was young man. But there's still some hope. She genuinely digs basketball, enough to the point that she knew the Heat signing Birdman Anderson helped the bench depth up front. She's very Heat-centric, but still. So looking ahead, I got us killer seats for the Heat Net game last week pretty quickly (too quickly really).

Anyway. We go out for sushi in early December. She gets plastered on Saki, and we head back to Aisha's place after. Aisha and I are getting along really well as usual, to the point where Cali comes up to me and says she's gonna take off, but I should stay with Ai. This is really odd behavior for such a high strung hot girl, one who I imagine doesn't get rebuffed very often, and while I feel like an asshole doing it, I do stay with Aisha. The douchebag bf is nowhere to be found. She starts asking eabout Cali, and basically implying that she's insane, and doesn't get it with me ... well, she gets it, but she's sort of just giving me a heads up. Anyway, I spend the night there, and she and I are up most of the night, just talking really. And we agree to go out for dinner during the week.
She has a little yippee dog, and she says she wants another. So during the week I start looking up these dogs. We're texting each other a lot, and I send her a link to one of the dogs, and she wants to get it. She asks me to order him, and she'll give me cash. It's an expensive goddamn dog, and I'm a little hesitant, but I agree, but try to push her off until after Christmas. We go out to dinner, have a really good time. Hit up a small poker game later, and she's still talking about the dog, but now she doesn't want him for money reasons. Thank god I didn't order him. And now I'm getting the sense she's nuts too, but that seems to come along with the ******.
I do still have the tickets to the MMA fight at the casino, and I'm asking her if we're still going. I had gotten four, because I figured at the time her bf would come, and I'd drag along Anna, or if she can't go, I could always talk Cali into going. I remind her and she's excited about it.

Christmas comes and goes and we don't really see each other, but New Years I get a text and she wants to hang out. So we hit up a shitty bar near her place with a bunch of her friends. I get there late, but she's blowing me up all night to come. I did get there before midnight, and after the bar closed, we headed back to her place. Again, I spent the night there, nothing is happening because I'm still a little gunshy about the boyfriend thing, but I'm alright waiting on this chick, because I dig her that much. She calls her mother back in Khazakstan. I talk to her and her brother. Still no sign of the boyfriend. And I remind her again about the MMA fight. I tell her I have four tickets, so she can bring whoever she wants. I offer to call Anna ... I'm just sort of giving her the option to bring this dude, who I haven't heard a thing about now in a month almost. She tells me Anna is in Florida for new years, and "just us go".

I'm good with that, and a couple days later ask if she wants to spend the night up there. She says sure, and now I'm pretty psyched. I book a sweet, set up dinner reservations at Bobby Flay's resturant there. The plan is get up there a few hours before fight. Check in, grab dinner, see fights, go play poker, and then this goes somewhere.

She starts acting weird that day. She wants to push back the time I pick her up because she needs to sleep. I tell her it'll screw up the dinner reservations, she can sleep in the car, but I push it an hour. Then she asks me to pick her up at some nail salon, and when I get there she's still getting nails done. I wait in car for half hour. I finally get her outta there, and I'm still gonna get there in plenty of time. I had picked up a bunch of booze for our room, but we weren't gonna have time.
So we're on the way up, we're talking. She's starting a new dealing gig in West Chester, doesn't know how to get there, and I offer to drive her. She got a sewing machine for Christmas, and wants to get material, I know a good place for that, and we're gonna go there. Then she starts in about the boyfriend. Turns out ... married with two kids. Sounds like a real stand up dude. But as she's talking about him, and they had to "break it up", I can tell that she's not over this guy. For starters, the last thing a guy wants to hear about is your ex. But all of her breaking it up stuff is about "having to", not reall "wanting to". She's really hurting. She's still hung up on this guy, and I fall typically into my nice guy role. I tell her I'll talk to her about this, I'll give her advice, and I'll listen to her cry. I tell her that I'm really into her, that she should know that, it's pretty ****ing obvious, but she's not ready to give this a try with me. I tell her we'll go out to dinner, we'll go see the fights, and we'll play poker, and we'll have a good time, but I'll sleep on the couch, and we can keep just hanging out until she's ready, or if she's ever ready, for me to be more than just a nice guy she's friends with. It seems to break the ice, and while this will definitely take longer than I'd hoped, I feel like I'm heading in a good direction with a great chick.

So we get up there, she goes to spa to get toes done (I must've rushed her at her place). We head out to dinner. Things are going great. We head to fight, we're having a really good time there (an aside, the league was called the Reality Fighting League, and it was much better than I anticipated. 8 fights all ending in knockout except the main event. One cancelled because a guy came in overweight, and then they bought out the guy who didn't to tell the crowd that the guy was a ***** who got scared and decided to cheeseburger his way outta the fight. A girl fight. And everyone was pretty local, so you got a nice atmosphere of cronies. A ton of steroids pumping through the place). We run into a friend of mine there and we grab a drink her and her boyfriend together between fights, which was nice, because Ai's never really seen me in my element, I'm always on her turf.

[Thorpesaurous]

.... then it gets ugly. Her phone starts blowing up. She's texting. She goes to smoke, which is code for going to talk on the phone. Now she's back and talking in Russian. I finally ask her what the hell is going on. She tells me Jorge (I thought the guy's name was Josh, but it's Jorge) was at her house, he yelled at her roommate, and she told him we were up at casino, and he's coming up here. I'm just beside myself. Understand that this guy's a scrawny worm of a dude. I'm by no means afraid. I'm just aggravated as hell.
The guy shows up, and she goes out to see him. Fights are still going on. She comes back to finish fights. I ask her if everything is alright, and she's obviously upset, I think mostly just over my obvious discomfort. We leave and she needs my phone to call him because he has her phone. He's up at Jordan's sports bar, and we're gonna go meet him. I'm not interested in that, and tell her that, but she's freaking out, and "this wasn't supposed to happen ... and whatever", and being the pushover I am, I go.
This guy is gonna do the Hey Buddy act. How ya been? Are ya up? How were the fights? How's the room? How was dinner? Now he wants to buy me a burger and drinks. I tell him I just had a 100 dollar meal, I don't really need his burger. He's ordering me chilli anyway. And in an effort to deal, I start knocking down vodka as fast as they can pour it. She goes out for a smoke, and the guy is still trying to buy me drinks, at which point I tell him not to turn this into a spending contest, because I work 60+ hours a week and don't have two kids, so that more than likely won't end well for him. He gives me the speech about how he ****ed up and fell in love with her, and I tell him to run that game on her, I'm not really interested. I know from my ride up here I have no shot here, I'm just trying to extricate myself from the situation.
We leave and again I tell her I'm heading to my room. Again she pleads with me not to. "We come to play poker we go play poker. Please, I so sorry." And again being the sucker I am, I follow along. Honestly a big part of the reason I'm on my own so much is I don't even like hanging out with my friends as couples. It's awkward and uncomfortable for me, so this really doesn't interest me. But I also know that it'll be easy to lose them in the poker room. It's not like you get seated together.
I head in, chip up 500 bucks, go to the 2-4 table, which I know will keep this cheap bastard away from me, and proceed to start blowing people off the table. I'm drunk so I'm far more agressive than I usually am. I catch a couple hands, and when I do I play them hard. And that means when I decide to bluff, which is much more than usual because of my mood and condition, people are buying it. Next thing you know I have a little over 4K in front of me. Now normally I'd leave here, but now I'm pissed, and feel like I'm salvaging this night a little. I wind up givin back some, get down to 2800 or so.
We're past last call, so I get up to leave. I don't see them, which is fine by me. But as I'm leaving they're out front smoking and arguing. She had two grand going up and was down one. He was just bullshitting around folding and biding time. I tell her I'm going to bed, she again pleads with me, and I tell her no. He's drunk, and I tell her that the two of them can come back, take the bed, argue, ****, or do whatever, I really don't give a shit anymore, but I'm not gonna spend all night giving back 2800 bucks to watch it.
I go back to the room, spend 8 dollars on an orangina from the mini bar, fill up my ice bucket, and pour in the Orangina and a liter of Vodka, and proceed to drink it out of the bucket.
I'm passed out on the recliner when she comes in. She's scratching my head to wake me up. Jorge is out in the hallway acting stupid. She says she's leaving. I tell her not to, the guy is too drunk, she shouldn't be driving back to bridgeport with him. Again I offer to let them both stay, but he's not gonna go for that. She lost all her money. So I call the front desk, they run my members card and see all the money I pushed around that night, and hook me up with a room for 200 bucks. I stumble down to the lobby and check them in, and off I go to bed.

The next morning I'm up pretty early. I text Ai to tell her I'm leaving at noon if she needs a ride. I'm sure she doesn't, but I have a thing about if I bring someone somewhere I feel obligated to make sure they're set to get home. I get no response. I try again before going for a massage. Then I do some shopping, and finally call just before leaving. It goes straight to voicemail, and I'm guessing the phone is dead. I check the front desk and they're checked out of the room. So I take off and then shoot a text later that night, just to make sure she's home and alright. Nothing.
I wind up at a buddies place watching football, and relaying this story to their wives. I'm actually starting to wonder if I did something to offend hr. I was pretty drunk, is it possible she's actually angry with me, it almost seems inconcievable. I'm getting the I should've thrown her bag out the window routine. And I'm forbidden from trying to contact her again. But after a couple days I talk to one of them and tell her I'm gonna shoot her a text to see how her new dealing gig in West Chester went (I was driving her there at one point). If I don't hear anything, then I'm out. Nothing ... and I cut off trying.

Now, I still have this crazy Tattoo girl to deal with. I've got these crazy seats to Nets Heat game from a month ago, but frankly I'm not interested in continuing with this circle. But I told her I'd take her, so we'll go. I offer to get a hotel, but she can't stay. I set up dinner reservations. I'm gonna leave work early, and we're gonna head down and have a long night anyway. But night before she backs out on me. She gives me some shit about her grandfather being sick and she needs to fly to Florida the next day. She even gets me to get her plane tickets online which she gives me cash for, but comes up short a couple hundred bucks. Frankly I'm almost relieved. I'd prefer to just be done. I head down myself since I already took Thursday off from work. I get lost heading down, and wind up in China town, and it strikes me that that's where Anna lives. I give her a call to tell her I'm lost by her house. She's at work, and can't come to game, but we meet up after for a midnight dinner. She gives me this crazy story about Ai's boyfriend being a Gypsy, and casting some sort of spell on her, and what an asshole he is. She feels bad for me. I should keep my distance from Cali. She's pretty ****ing awesome too, and we have crazy physical chemistry, it's ashame she lives a couple hours away.

Finally last night I go to play poker at a new spot I heard about. I get there and Cali is there waitressing. She gives me some crap about changing her flight to later in February. The whole story is just nonsense I'm sure. But goddamn she looks good, and I give her a ride home, and we stop by a bar near her place where they all hang out. A bunch of Ai's friends are there, and they start talking to me. Cali again takes off. I need to let this chick loose. It's tough to feel hurt about being strung along by a chick and feel like an asshole about stringing along another. I keep telling myself we're just having an occasional dinner and she's having fun, but it's not the right thing to do. And Ai's friends are talking to me. She obviously told them all about our trip, and I'm sure they were all very supportive, but they all also seem to dislike this guy, and would prefer me to be around.
About 1am Ai and Jorge come in. I'm pretty drunk, but not obnoxiously so. She spots me and avoids me like the plague. But her roommate is sitting with me. Jorge actually comes over to say hello. He must be a gypsy. Her friends call me over while Jorge is out smoking. She looks like she's gonna cry and mutters about being sorry and doesn't want me to look at her. But I go up to her and kiss her and tell her that everything I said is still true. That I'd love to give this a shot, but she's obviously in the middle of something. And it's not good. She doesn't even have a phone number for the guy. He disappears for weeks at a time. He says he's divorcing his wife, but who knows. But that's up to her to figure out. And then I left.

And I think that's gonna end this little adventure, at least for a while.

[JEFFERSON MONEY]

Good sh!t.

Great reminder of the adventures and mysteries life has to offer even when you're nearly a geyzer.

Thanks Thorp AKA the other half of ISH Connecticut the most dominant state in all of ISHdom per capita.

[Balla_Status]

I'll read those two later posts but I can't believe I missed the OP.

My buddy's gf's brother is sorta going through something like you. Makes great money working as the head guy at MorganStanley in town. Got divorced recently. Bought a porsche. And is dating a porn star who turned 21 this past week and is going to school at the local college. She flys out to LA from time to time to film. She's ok with him ****ing her porn friends and her college friends. Even went to the playboy mansion on NYE and ended up doing coke off of porn star's asses at a hotel. And the porn star is apparently quitting and going to grad school for him.

And he's 36.

Great post...will lead the other two later.

[brandonislegend]

You should make a movie because I am 100% not reading all that shit

[Stuckey]

not sure why you're so fixated on her

you sound balling and young, in the 80th percentile at least

[Knoe Itawl]

Great story Thorpe. I missed it initially because I peruse off the court irregularly. My best friend lives in Bridgeport (I live in Manhattan) I go to Foxwoods and AC semi regularly (never been a big fan of Mohegan) but I'm nowhere near the gambler you are. I only play Black Jack and have a 500 dollar limit. At any rate, you seem like a good guy who did more than right by this chick. If she's dealing with this total scumbag, trust me you don't want to go there. Some chicks just won't appreciate a "good guy" and that's just the way it is. No matter how good you are to them, and no matter how much you try to show them. You're better off trying to tap that 24 year old (fkks wrong with you??) and maybe seeing that Russian chick again. Don't waste any more time on this other broad, regardless of how much of a "connection" you think you could have wit her.

Entertaining tales though.

[Thorpesaurous]

not sure why you're so fixated on her

you sound balling and young, in the 80th percentile at least


That's a fair question. I do find myself unusually fixated on her. Particularly with the second rediculously hot chick just sort of throwing herself at me. And frankly I should be more focused on Anna the blonde russian chick, but again, her being in Manhattan just makes it undoable for me.

Maybe it's because I have a thing for asian girls. But I believe it's far more her personality.

[KevinNYC]

I go back to the room, spend 8 dollars on an orangina from the mini bar, fill up my ice bucket, and pour in the Orangina and a liter of Vodka, and proceed to drink it out of the bucket.

That's some Sideways shit right there.


Also I do think you have beginnings of a novel if you feel you flesh out the details and atmospherics more.

I can't believe you told your friend's wives this story. Though I guess you're more willing to share than I am.

Also you probably know this, but it's "suite."

[boozehound]

thanks for the update thorp. Fun read as always

[rufuspaul]

Am I the only one who finds this whole saga damn depressing?

[johndeeregreen]

Am I the only one who finds this whole saga damn depressing?
I don't find it so much depressing as just inexplicable. I can't say as I've ever been in the same situation, but I have been a part of incidents where broads are just acting normal one minute and thrust you into absolutely crazy situations the next. I can say that I wouldn't have put up with even a tenth of what Thorpe did, would have quit the situation, and never returned any phone calls/texts of any of these crazy bitches.

A word of advice, Thorpe: Anyone who knowingly puts you in a situation where you will obviously be an outsider, uncomfortable, and exposed that type crazy shit happening around you, DOES NOT CARE ABOUT YOU. These women may very well like you but it's obvious none of them respect you, because if they did, they wouldn't subject you to this shit. Simple as that.:confusedshrug:

Not to pile on, though. It's obvious you're lonely and in need of someone you can share your life with, and there's no shame in that whatsoever. But these crazy bitches aren't it. All of these rationalizations and thoughts of infatuation are just ways of you trying to escape a Saturday night by yourself. These girls will never be what you want them to be. It's like trying to stop the Titanic from sinking by bailing water out with a bucket.

[chips93]

And I'm a mech engineer for a small family manufacturing company in the aerospace industry. I was a math major, and really good at it. I have a minor in psych. I do ok. I make 115 - 125K a year, depending on how we do which determines the year end bonuses. I rent half a duplex at the moment, but I'm house hunting, so my savings is in pretty good shape.

100K and above is really good in america right?

thorpe is just being humble right?

[johndeeregreen]

100K and above is really good in america right?

thorpe is just being humble right?
100k with no wife/kids/dependents is very good, absolutely.

[Thorpesaurous]

Am I the only one who finds this whole saga damn depressing?


No you are not.

[Just2McFly]

You've got to stop being so nice. I hate to say it, but you sound like a sucker. You almost bought this chick a dog when she already had one, just because she said she would pay you back.

[Thorpesaurous]

I don't find it so much depressing as just inexplicable. I can't say as I've ever been in the same situation, but I have been a part of incidents where broads are just acting normal one minute and thrust you into absolutely crazy situations the next. I can say that I wouldn't have put up with even a tenth of what Thorpe did, would have quit the situation, and never returned any phone calls/texts of any of these crazy bitches.

A word of advice, Thorpe: Anyone who knowingly puts you in a situation where you will obviously be an outsider, uncomfortable, and exposed that type crazy shit happening around you, DOES NOT CARE ABOUT YOU. These women may very well like you but it's obvious none of them respect you, because if they did, they wouldn't subject you to this shit. Simple as that.:confusedshrug:

Not to pile on, though. It's obvious you're lonely and in need of someone you can share your life with, and there's no shame in that whatsoever. But these crazy bitches aren't it. All of these rationalizations and thoughts of infatuation are just ways of you trying to escape a Saturday night by yourself. These girls will never be what you want them to be. It's like trying to stop the Titanic from sinking by bailing water out with a bucket.


I appreciate the advice, and I don't think I'd deny your observations at all. But taking a stab like this is sort of how you figure this shit out.
The fact is is that the Tattooed girl is has her own issues, but he treatment of me has been if anything too nice. And the Russian girl has also been great. The only one who's put me through the ringer has been Ai, and it was really only the one night. I could have been more agressive, and more of an asshole, but that wouldn't have made things any better. At heart I'm a pragmatist, I dealt with a bad situation the best I could and moved on. I tried to reconcile for a couple of days, then walked away, and just happened to bump into them this weekend. Again, I could have been an asshole, but that's just not my thing. I was polite, managed to tell her what I wanted to tell her, and left.

And she actually just called me now.

[johndeeregreen]

I appreciate the advice, and I don't think I'd deny your observations at all. But taking a stab like this is sort of how you figure this shit out.
The fact is is that the Tattooed girl is has her own issues, but he treatment of me has been if anything too nice.
You call bailing the night before something you were very much looking forward to and shorting you on plane tix you bought for her as "too nice"? There has been a lot in your story so if I have that mixed up let me know.


I could have been more agressive, and more of an asshole, but that wouldn't have made things any better.
The fact that you think that YOU could have possibly been the asshole in that situation is telling; once she puts you in a f*cked up position like that any reaction you may have is justified. These girls are twisting your mind to where you're wondering what's wrong with yourself. When you're the only normal one in the bunch.

And I don't doubt these girls will keep calling you. They know you're the only guy they know that will treat them with respect. Like I said, these girls definitely like you, there's no denying that; and although I'm not in your shoes, from what you've said I feel with a fair degree of certainty that these girls don't care about you.

[Thorpesaurous]

You call bailing the night before something you were very much looking forward to and shorting you on plane tix you bought for her as "too nice"? There has been a lot in your story so if I have that mixed up let me know.


The fact that you think that YOU could have possibly been the asshole in that situation is telling; once she puts you in a f*cked up position like that any reaction you may have is justified. These girls are twisting your mind to where you're wondering what's wrong with yourself. When you're the only normal one in the bunch.

And I don't doubt these girls will keep calling you. They know you're the only guy they know that will treat them with respect. Like I said, these girls definitely like you, there's no denying that; and although I'm not in your shoes, from what you've said I feel with a fair degree of certainty that these girls don't care about you.


The plane ticket thing is fair, but that was a last minute family emergency thing, and I'll get the rest of the money when she gets back. She's just been all over. That a fair assessment of the info you have, but her I have a good feel for. I just don't like her that much.

The dog thing is probably more worrisome, but again, I've been playing poker with this girl for a year plus now. I know her coming up with a couple grand over a month isn't that big a deal for her. But yeah, that was not the high point for me. And I'm glad that I pushed it off until she moved on from it.

[Balla_Status]

I appreciate the advice, and I don't think I'd deny your observations at all. But taking a stab like this is sort of how you figure this shit out.
The fact is is that the Tattooed girl is has her own issues, but he treatment of me has been if anything too nice. And the Russian girl has also been great. The only one who's put me through the ringer has been Ai, and it was really only the one night. I could have been more agressive, and more of an asshole, but that wouldn't have made things any better. At heart I'm a pragmatist, I dealt with a bad situation the best I could and moved on. I tried to reconcile for a couple of days, then walked away, and just happened to bump into them this weekend. Again, I could have been an asshole, but that's just not my thing. I was polite, managed to tell her what I wanted to tell her, and left.

And she actually just called me now.

Are you drunk posting? Your grammar is uncharacteristically bad. Either that or you're starting to sound like Aisha.

[gigantes]

Am I the only one who finds this whole saga damn depressing?
yea... like an irish writer giving the 40% glorious / 60% painful blow-by-blow. only involving crazy russians and hot girls... not the english. something like that.

[rufuspaul]

From what you've written so far Thorp, one thing I would find troubling are all these sketchy Russian dudes these chicks seem to be associated with. Maybe I've just seen to many mobster flicks. :oldlol:


Of course your world is a lot different from mine. I'm in no position to offer any advice.

[JerryWest]

i'm just ****ing scared of russians :(

[TheMan]

Update? You wrote that she called...I'm actually intrigued by this story.

PS, you really do need to post better pics of all three chicks:lol

[stevieming]

It would seem that you wrote all these posts under influence, however they were still darn interesting....

Your life is definitely way edgier and different to mine!! 2 babies and countless nappy changes are what keeps me up at night!

Still I wouldn't trade.

I think pretty much all the other guys that made insightful points said it, and I'll chime in too, the poker chick is going to be nothing but tears and strife....but when you're in, you're in.

The only advice I would give is: try some other activities in other type of setting as oppose to poker in dodgy places...hey I like playing poker too, so i haven't got anything against poker...I guess what I am trying to say is best by paraphrasing the below

As a Chinese saying once goes, 近朱者赤，近墨者黑

A Chinese proverb similar to the English saying "Bad company corrupts good character", and extremely similar to the Greek proverb "A man is known by the company he keeps".

The origin of this saying lies in the way the Chinese used to prepare ink for writing and painting. There were two basic colours available in the ancient days: red (赤; ch