So after my find yesterday, (finding money in my coat pocket), and with a few ladies tweeting on twitter needing help, I was dm'ed (messaged), asking why I wasn't helping them by giving some of it to them.....

I'm going to tell you a couple of stories, a couple out of many.....

The second time I came back to Nova Scotia to escort I decided to move in with a co-worker of the agency. I didn't know much about her, but believed that people were good, trustworthy and never thought past that. I didn't have many belongings, enough though to fill a bedroom. She moved in with furniture, two cats and a boyfriend that came and went.....we split the rent. But as the months passed I quickly learned that she was irresponsible, selfish and untrustworthy. I'd buy food and her and her boyfriend ate it. She never bought any....I cleaned the litter boxes and fed the cats, and eventualy was the only one making sure they got back in the house when she let them out....On a trip home I later learned that she had rifled through my personal belongings finding my all my personal details, my parents home, phone number, my bank records, etc, etc. She stole some of my money and made calls to my parents telling them about my escorting. The start of winter I moved out....I later learned that one of the cats froze to death....And if you're wondering why hadn't I taken the cats....I tried, but they were hers, and she wouldn't let them go. I only hoped that all the vile things she'd done to me and other people, fell upon her....

While working for another agency, a different agency the one in the above story, I befriended a lady who had worked there, but who had moved to Montreal. We stayed in touch and on her visits home would always connect. She worked the streets in Montreal, and had a "man", that was a world foreign to me and seemed somewhat exciting, at least she made it seem that way. She dressed to the nines, wore diamonds, had property...she made lots of money and although she was smart with her money, she was stupid in other ways. She would party hard and loved her drugs...The first time I saw someone do crack, buy it, and use it, was with her. And no I never indulged, although I did drive her to get it and allowed her to smoke it in my place, stupid me. Years later she moved back to Nova Scotia, had 2 kids went on welfare and over the next 10 yrs I helped her finacially and in other ways. She enrolled in school and was doing well. During this time she introduced me to a " guy friend" of hers, and encouraged me to date this " guy friend". From the get go he tried different ways to get $$ out of me. **Fast forward...and after our 10 yr friendship ended, I learned she had introduced the same "guy friend" to another one of her friends years before our meeting, who had been scammed out of 20,000. Which I also learned she and the "guy friend" split...and conicidentally it was 20,000 he was also trying to get out of me. In the end he got 1200. I loaned it to him after this story.... he had said "he had a loan he had to pay back and that if it wasn't paid back he'd be beaten"...lol, I know, I was stupid..... and smart, because I had him sign an iou....so years later I did get paid back, because he went to borrow money from the bank......That 10 friendship I had continued after that incident, even though I had suspicions that they were both in on the money scheme. 2-3 yrs later and upon finishing her course we had gone out to dinner to celebrate. As per usual I was the one paying....and towards the end of the night she had told me "to go get her another drink, you stupid bitch".....Needless to say, I told her to get her own and that was the last time I talked to her....And no it wasn't that instance that ended the frendship, it was just the final straw. Not only had she milked me for $$$ over the years, she was constant with her insults, had her son steal from me, and when I had met with a couple of other people who were also her financial victims, I made the choice to cut ties......sadly this person holds a position of trust to this day.....

When I ran an escort service I would often get calls from girls asking if I could give them some calls....I'd meet them and listen to their stories. There were many, and many were often hard luck stories. Ladies in need of help, or so they said. This time there were two girls staying at the bi-centenial motel. They had said they came from out west and needed money to get back on their feet, and to get back home. They led me to believe it was just the two of them. I took them to get food and bought them a few essentials.....the next week I gave them whatever business I had. They did well. The last day I shared business with them, one of my clients requested to meet me, but I had plans to go out, so I talked him into seeing one of those girls. He was a client that like to spend 4-5 hours plus... and who also tipped well. I told her that I just wanted 100 to cover my phone costs....It turned out that she had talked him into hiring her friend too. The both of them ended up with about 1000 each, for a few hours work...... The next day when I called her to pick up my 100, she told me to fuck off and that she wasn't giving me any money, laughed, and hung up......Well it wasn't mins later and I was knocking on her door.....her friend opened it and ran and sat on the bed, the mouthy one cowered as I got in her face and asked her to say again what she had said to me one the phone....she called out a guys name...and out of the bathroom a black guy wrapped in a towel came up to me and said all he had to do was punch me in my throat and I'd be gone, I said go ahead....he started hollering at me about how he took a bus from out west and that the one on the bed was his sister, yada, yada, yada....yes this piece of shit was pimping out his sister....That pissed me off, I looked over at her and wanted to take her with me, to get her help, but she was smug as he stood up to me..... He and I, were eye to eye.....I stared him in his eyes and I started laughing, here's some joker talking about how tough he is then mentioning how he took a bus here.......a pimp who uses a bus!!!!! I looked back at his sister, and the other punk and I told them they were all pathetic and deserved one another, and expected to be hit as I turned towards the door, but nothing, just him standing there looking idiotic, hollering, so I left.....

I could regale more, many more, such instances when people have come to me needing help and then thrown in my face how stupid I am for helping them. So know maybe you'll understand why I stick to giving money to charities, or shelters or for rescue organizations.....We all become products of our experiences.....