I will tell you a story, about a girl.

[1234asdf]

A tale of deception and lies, so it proved to be.

I was just scouring a dating site, as you do. When I came across an average looking girl with ties to the UK. My interest was piqued as that's rare in these parts. Her profile was weird, a load of paragraphs about being stuck in a hotel with no money and no passport. She'd obviously updated it in the last few hours. But good grammar, good articulation. Naturally, seeing a damsel in distress I sent a message. Over the course of the next hour or two, it transpired that she had been staying in the Hilton hotel and she had gone for an afternoon dip in the pool, leaving all her valuables locked in the pool lockers. Her locker was forced open and everything of value stolen. There were no CCTV cameras in the locker area, but cameras from outside showed many people entering and leaving the changing rooms, making it difficult if not impossible to identify a suspect. She had no money, no passport, no ID of any description.

Then she tells me she is staying at another hotel. This is the hotel that she is stuck at. That she has moved to, after the Hilton. In hindsight this was the first red flag, how is she paying for it? Pretty much every hotel requires payment upfront or a credit card, right? She told me her friend had promised to come and bail her out but then had let her down. The bill wasn't so much, about 2000, I guess she'd just stayed there for one night. I'm a nice guy, I like to meet new people, and I figure I can probably c** in her if the mood takes me, so I go there later and meet her. I'm naturally suspicious, that's just my nature, I assume everybody is lying until proved otherwise. But everything checks out. She's sitting in the lobby with a damp t-shirt over her head, her make-up is <deleted> and she looks totally exhausted. She has an English accent and she looks half-cast - white/asian. She's dressed in a white dress and heels, one of the heels is broke. Apparently she's been sitting there since midday (check out time). It's now about 7pm.

The plan was for her to go and stay at my place until she can get a new passport and replacement cards. Prior to speaking to this girl I was already going to see another girl at a bar, "for drinks", but this is a Saturday approaching 3pm UK time, I'm really just going there to watch football. Let's call her Nirin. Because that's her name. This girl is really nice, I like her a lot, she has a really cute voice and she's small and pretty. I used to f*** her but we broke up for a while because she was too busy with work and I got p*ssed off when she kept cancelling on me. After a period of stubborn silence, we agreed to stay friends. I trust her because she works on a yacht with a good wage so I know she's not just talking to me for money.  Not that I don't mind talking to girls with no money, but I don't want them as my friends, I'm sure you understand.  When I was seeing her she had bad acne on her back (none on her face), she was self-conscious about that and that's probably what gave me the opportunity to f*** her, without it I think she would have felt too good for me; probably 1-2 points ahead out of /10. She's taken some medication for it since and it's almost completely gone. Anyway I say sorry to her and tell her I'll meet her later, about 1-2 hours late.

The girl at the hotel, we get a taxi back to my place. In the taxi she's expressing her gratitude and telling me if I ever need help with paediatrics, I can go to her, because she's a paediatrician in London. I don't have any kids, or even know anybody with any kids, so I politely 'oh really' and ask her what she's doing here. She tells me she comes every month to visit and look after her grandparents. But this month her grandparents are in Japan, but after a 10 hour flight, her Mum forgot to tell her that, so she has nothing to do for the next week until she flies back to the UK.

I dump her in my room and go to the bar to meet my friend. I just grab my cash and figure the most she can nick is a battered old laptop. My room, it's cheap, about 3000 a month plus utilities, because I don't spend much time there.  I travel about and really I just use it as a base to store my stuff.  There's no aircon, just a couple of fans. To a girl used to the Hilton, this place must feel like a dump. I check her reaction, but she's either got a good poker face, or these surroundings aren't unfamiliar to her.

I tell my friend about the girl and she assumes there's something dodgy going on. I admit she could be right but my instincts tell me otherwise. United won 1-0 by the way, a last minute winner against Hull. Harsh on Hull but Rashford pulled it out of the bag. So I'm in a jubilant mood.

I catch the nightbus back to my room, open the door, the light is on and this girl is spread out on my bed completely f***ing naked, pills strewn on the bed beside her; she 's either asleep or dead. Without checking for a pulse I assume she is asleep and anticipate f***ing her (when she wakes up, obviously). Her t*ts are small but fanny is fanny. At this moment I wasn't sure what to do, I tried to wake her up by taking her hand and shaking it a bit. That didn't work. I took a shower and text my friend from the bar, because she's a girl and I figured she would know what to do. She said I should try and wake her up again. Well that still didn't work, but she moved a bit, so at least she isn't dead, that would have been a situation. I go to eat on the balcony, every now and again leaning around the door to check out her fanny which is peering towards me like the eye in lord of the rings.

I'll finish this thread in a minute.

[1234asdf]

The girl eventually wakes up and walks to the bathroom, still naked. This happens to coincide with one of my glances around the doorframe, and let's just say she's surprised to see me.

I don't <deleted> her that night, or the next. Mainly because she was actually just an annoying pain in the arse. She showed no initiative in getting her passport replaced, no interest in getting a spare change of clothes from her house (she has a huge <deleted> house not 20 minutes away, but she can't stay there because she 'doesn't want to stay alone and her maid isn't there right now'), and she's seemingly content just to sit around in my place doing <deleted> all all day every day. So this girl is wearing the same dress for 3 consecutive days, she doesn't leave the room and eventually my patience wears out and I ask her when she is going to go away. She talks me into going to play pool with her. Well I like pool, it's not something I'll ever turn down. But she has no shoes because one is broken. So we go to look for shoes. Those who know me know that I'm a rational thinking kind of guy, not the sort of person to believe in the supernatural, myths or superstitions, but after this experience I can confirm that there is such a thing as bigfoot. Never could I imagine, and possibly never in the history of worldwide shoe-buying, has buying a pair of shoes been so challenging. She limped around second-hand shoe shops, malls, boutiques, supermarkets, every shoe was like trying to fit a 6-inch diameter bolt into a rawlplug for ikea flat-pack. You could squeeze it in but not without visibly f***ing up the interior of the shoe and 70% of the flesh still hanging outside, like froth overflowing on a pint of beer.

Whilst this is going on I notice that her legs are shaking, like an old woman with arthritis or something. Asked if she's okay, she says she's just tired.  I hand her her ass at pool. 9 to 1 or something and the one she won was only because I fouled the black.

Later she tells me she will leave tomorrow because she knows a guy in the British embassy who will bring her her new passport. She can reschedule the flight that she has already missed, for free, because it was business class. I can't remember if it was before or after this point that she also told me she had worked at the palace with the royal families kids, in the UK. She also has a Ferrari and she's telling me stories of how everybody looks at her at traffic lights. She also has leukaemia (accounts for the shaking legs and her general lethargy). By now I'm starting to think this girl is completely f****ng crazy, but actually I have zero evidence to prove it, and most of her story does stack up. So I don't confront her with it, in case she's actually telling the truth.

She supposedly flies home, she still owes me my £40, but I'm glad to see the back of her. Although part of me wants a go in the Ferrari.

A month later she's back again, and she invites me to a buffet breakfast in a new, nice hotel. She's dressed nice but her make-up is so <deleted> weird. So <deleted> weird. You know that character in some film and his mouth is elongated upwards, like a clown, but more gory? Her lipstick is honestly about an inch wide of her mouth like that? Like she got a blind monkey to apply it for her?

This time I want to send my parents something in the UK so I ask her to post it from the UK for me, because it's perishable, and it's cheaper and quicker to do it that way. She says sure. She still owes my £40 which she doesn't mention, but she pays for the breakfast and the parcel will cost about £8 to post special delivery. I leave her at 10:30am. Her flight is at 11:45am. She says 'her driver' will pick her up in a few minutes. Bearing in mind that this is an international flight, and even with no traffic it's a 30 minute drive, the earliest she can get there is, let's say 11:10am. 35 minutes to clear immigration, walk half a km to the gate and board? And yet she was in no rush, just sitting there waiting for me to leave. That was the closest I got to ever knowing 100% that she was lying about something. I wish I'd hung around outside for another 20 minutes to see if she came out.

That was a few weeks ago and I never heard from her again. My parents never got the parcel and she's ignoring all my messages on apps. I never did figure out what was in it for her. Maybe some people are just compulsive liars.

[jerojero]

And the moral of this story is?

[robertthebruce]

 

 

Sounds like a real nut job....

[lust]

All that story for the conclusion of "maybe people are liars?". 

 

I want my 5 minutes back.

[meatboy]

2 hours ago, robertthebruce said:

 

 

Sounds like a real nut job....

WHO? THE OP.

[Rc2702]

She sounds like a complete fruit loop yes but what kind of sane man gives her a parcel with your parents address details for the sake of what exactly? 800 baht in shipping? If you did not trust her why you give your families info out like that. Absolute Joker, your right this story is complete BS no one does that. C-rap story too.

[lust]

Judging by the font type and user name, he had to steal this story from some other <deleted> in a troll attempt. I doubt he met any girl at all, psycho or not.

[Don Mega]

13 minutes ago, lust said:

Judging by the font type and user name, he had to steal this story from some other <deleted> in a troll attempt. I doubt he met any girl at all, psycho or not.

Cut and paste from here.

 

https://facemouth.uk/thread/1180625

 

[transam]

4 hours ago, jerojero said:

And the moral of this story is?

....is don't post somebody else's story...

[metisdead]

As noted above, this story has been copied and pasted from another site.