So it Valentine's Day and I almost forgot. Im going on a date with my computer I guess. SO anyways I call this travel abroad recruiter that I responded to on craigslist, and he started off unconvincing. The only thing that made me want to chose to work with this company is the fact that he was so down to earth, like he would personally try to help me when I arrived but he said they charge a fee. None of the other companies charge a fee so Im like wassup with that. I had a flashback to the first/last time my friend and I were ever scammed.
---It was hard times, I mean really hard times. I was sitting out a semester because I didnt have any money to go to school, living in the basement of a boarding house with five male roomates at the end of a dark hidden road and the house was on a hill in a woodsy area. I hardly ever had money for groceries or to even get on the train. Sometime I would walk about a hour and a half home from work from a retail job where I made 6.25 an hour ! I had to work a full hour before I could afford a value meal for crying out loud!
Anyways like I was saying, it was hard times. My friend and I at the time were chasing auditions for modeling gigs in the newspaper. It was just one of the random ideas we come up with I guess. So we go and meet this lady named tiffany at a dunkin donuts. When we see her park, we notice that shes an older lady decorated in lots of big jewels, and her car is a Mercedes. Being the sweet niave little girls that we were we figured this lady was getting paid from major modeling deals or something. Long story short. She was an escort trying to sell us on the idea. She was speaking low and looking around. I was slouching low and looking around. Any onlooker could have looked at my bugged eyes and nervousness and noticed that we werent there for coffee, which she paid for by the way because we were that broke. Tiffany was the start to making unimaginable realities more palatable. As in any story times got harder, If you can imagine that. I started leaving the house when I knew my land lord would be coming home, visiting people late and then staying over so I could have a place to lay my head at night. One night my friend says come outside Im in front of your house. So I quickly got dressed and ran outside. she was like I have a plan so you can get on your feet ( see my friend wanted to have her own money for independence but her parents were filthy stanking rich and she says to this day she didnt realize it. I noticed it. Shit I was sitting in her warm leather jag, with a beat up 40 dollar red puff coat with short sleeves and fucked up shoes from walking. She smelled like expensive perfume and I probably smelled like...not the point. so I needed money) She told me she had talked to some woman who ran an escort company but you didnt have sex with the guys. Only companionship like dates for important events and things. (I had to be gullible to believe tha
t right). I was 19 and a virgin who hadnt had much dealings with men but I felt I could be an escort. (WTF was I thinking! OH AND THATS ME AT 19 IN THE PICTURE. I guess it was a good day cuz i look decent.) So the lady named bella told us to western union her some money and she would send a driver over with our cell phones we needed to get started. So my friend said I will spot you this money and you just pay me back when we make it back. When she called to western union the money the operator says do not send money to unknown parties, we hit the skip button and continued. My friend sent 500 dollars to a "Bella". who the fuck is this lady. i still dont know because we never heard from her again. we called the number for weeks. It was as if it never existed. for months we were stunned. we believed that we didnt get scammed, something mustve happened to her or something but not us. we had bought wigs, clothes, and I was further in the whole to make it worse. SO the moral of that story is do your research, if it sounds dumb it probably i, and this man wont be getting my funds. Im really leaning towards footprints recruiting. I need to make a decision either way soon because the three to four month count down has begun.
---It was hard times, I mean really hard times. I was sitting out a semester because I didnt have any money to go to school, living in the basement of a boarding house with five male roomates at the end of a dark hidden road and the house was on a hill in a woodsy area. I hardly ever had money for groceries or to even get on the train. Sometime I would walk about a hour and a half home from work from a retail job where I made 6.25 an hour ! I had to work a full hour before I could afford a value meal for crying out loud!
Anyways like I was saying, it was hard times. My friend and I at the time were chasing auditions for modeling gigs in the newspaper. It was just one of the random ideas we come up with I guess. So we go and meet this lady named tiffany at a dunkin donuts. When we see her park, we notice that shes an older lady decorated in lots of big jewels, and her car is a Mercedes. Being the sweet niave little girls that we were we figured this lady was getting paid from major modeling deals or something. Long story short. She was an escort trying to sell us on the idea. She was speaking low and looking around. I was slouching low and looking around. Any onlooker could have looked at my bugged eyes and nervousness and noticed that we werent there for coffee, which she paid for by the way because we were that broke. Tiffany was the start to making unimaginable realities more palatable. As in any story times got harder, If you can imagine that. I started leaving the house when I knew my land lord would be coming home, visiting people late and then staying over so I could have a place to lay my head at night. One night my friend says come outside Im in front of your house. So I quickly got dressed and ran outside. she was like I have a plan so you can get on your feet ( see my friend wanted to have her own money for independence but her parents were filthy stanking rich and she says to this day she didnt realize it. I noticed it. Shit I was sitting in her warm leather jag, with a beat up 40 dollar red puff coat with short sleeves and fucked up shoes from walking. She smelled like expensive perfume and I probably smelled like...not the point. so I needed money) She told me she had talked to some woman who ran an escort company but you didnt have sex with the guys. Only companionship like dates for important events and things. (I had to be gullible to believe tha
t right). I was 19 and a virgin who hadnt had much dealings with men but I felt I could be an escort. (WTF was I thinking! OH AND THATS ME AT 19 IN THE PICTURE. I guess it was a good day cuz i look decent.) So the lady named bella told us to western union her some money and she would send a driver over with our cell phones we needed to get started. So my friend said I will spot you this money and you just pay me back when we make it back. When she called to western union the money the operator says do not send money to unknown parties, we hit the skip button and continued. My friend sent 500 dollars to a "Bella". who the fuck is this lady. i still dont know because we never heard from her again. we called the number for weeks. It was as if it never existed. for months we were stunned. we believed that we didnt get scammed, something mustve happened to her or something but not us. we had bought wigs, clothes, and I was further in the whole to make it worse. SO the moral of that story is do your research, if it sounds dumb it probably i, and this man wont be getting my funds. Im really leaning towards footprints recruiting. I need to make a decision either way soon because the three to four month count down has begun.
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