One guy responded, “Princess, I need the money for lunch.” I replied, “So eat out of the dumpster. I am more deserving of your money than you are.” He sent it. You have to remember that these guys do not do this for me. I think he paid me with his parents’ money and ate ramen noodles every day. After 45 days, I finally mailed one of the keys back. We slept in the same bed and I made out with him when I was drunk, but it was clear that we were not going to have sex.
He was crying and whining for the key, but he was still sending me money. For the most part, everything is online and I don’t need to meet any of these men. But there was one guy, who’d randomly send me $1,000 a month, and I actually got together with him. He didn’t give me cash in New York, but as soon as he got back to London, he completely wiped out my Amazon wish list, which had like $6,000 worth of stuff on it. We stayed in touch but he wound up going to a therapist because of the financial domination.
After getting the key, he emailed to say that he had the best release ever. He lived in London and got sent to New York for six weeks. It turned out that I was not the only one; he slutted around. I wasn’t jealous, but I wasn’t happy about it either. It wasn’t an emotional thing -- if he had stayed in New York, I wouldn’t have minded dating him, but I would have been looking for somebody better -- though I felt that I deserved the money.
He fell in love with me and I spent a lot of time with him.
Every few nights, the same people would jerk off to online conversations with me via Yahoo Messenger. But he did, and the next day I picked up my cash at Western Union.