You all know that I have a “bit” of a Russian fetish. I have been married to two different Russian women, I have three Ukrainian foster children, and I have a lot of friends and family on both sides of the border.
Through the years, many of these relationships have taken on a rather flirtatious sexual overtone. I get a lot of racy text messages, nude photos, etc. But I also get hit up a lot for “financial assistance.”
In the past, I have been happy to throw a little money here or there. Because I felt the benefits received were worth more than the cost of doing business. But as the years have gone by, the benefits of become rather mundane, while the requests for money have increased exponentially in both frequency and amounts.
With my recent diagnoses of epilepsy, the doctors said to avoid “stress and anxiety.“ And it’s very stressful to wake up every morning and see that my inbox is full of grifting. That’s really what it is. If I was fucking them, we would just call it prostitution.
So I’ve decided to give myself a birthday gift. I’ve cleaned out my contacts list, blocked all of my sweet little Russian hotties on social media, and I am going to I enjoy spending my income on myself for a change.
We’ll see how long I last. If you’re forming a pool, Friday and Saturday are already taken. LOL.