Out this ***** please. Tell us her name.
Tell us her SA name, we will try to make sure she never gets a dime from anyone again.
[QUOTE=ChadwicksDog;2948450]My next arrangement will be not my first rodeo. Yet, even the most cynical and experienced of us can be taken for a ride by a great con artist. Case in point, a girl on SA who literally conned me out of 900 flowers.
On Monday, we met up in a public place and she turned on the water works about an overdrawn bank account and not being able to make rent. She was providing a home for her two baby sisters and they were all going to be homeless unless she found a job right away. Or found a patron like yours truly. I was skeptical and suggested that we discuss these matters further at a local establishment with numbers on the doors. We did that and 200 Fritos fell on the table.
The next day, she calls crying and it turns out the bank account is in even worse shape than she imagined. First Merit was charging her $35 per day, plus $35 per transaction that went through while the account was in the red. Now, friends, I know that I'm preaching to the choir, but you can't just take a proto-professional at her word--and I certainly did not.
We met at a park and I asked her to bring her bank statements. She pulled out her phone and showed me the bank account transactions, including 200 Fritos that fell in there from our visit to the room with a number on the door. I was injured in our previous title about so I had to pass on a return visit, but I was convinced that this girl and her sisters were going to be homeless, so I gave her 200 Doritos to settle the account until the girl's final pay check from her old job was direct-deposited. She was so grateful and said that she wanted to date me without any bonuses because she really liked me and because nobody had offered to help her before without demanding her soul. We parted as friends.
On Wednesday afternoon my phone was vibrating fast and furious. A bunch of scheduled debits were hitting the girl's bank account and she was in the red again and the bank was off to the races with the fees and condemnation. She begged me to meet her. I was hesitant. I was still injured from Monday when we went without the slippery stuff and I had torn. We met at a local eatery and once again she showed me the phone with the bank transactions. Some things were not quite right and they were registering with me but not fast enough. For example, she never let me hold the phone, never let me scroll down on the phone, and when she said she had deposited all 400 potato chips that I had given her, I had only seen 200 among the transactions. Another vexing issue is that she could not close the account because it was technically in her grandma's name and her grandma refused to get on the phone so I could suggest some strategies on how to settle with the bank for less than what the bank was asking. The girl said her grandma was angry over the state of the account and would not cooperate with the girl until the girl "fixed" the account.
The girl said if I could not help she might have to return to the fertile fields of SA. Only she never said so much; she would say only, "I don't know what I'll do but I'll figure it out. " She knew that I knew what that meant.
Before long, I was taking my "girlfriend" to the ATM and resolving her bank account problems with 700 Snickers. She wiped her tears and talked about what we were going to do for the weekend and how she had told her sisters about me because she was excited about our relationship.
Two hours later, I casually texted her and a man called me back moments later. He asked me who I was and how I knew his girlfriend. I stammered something almost incoherent and hung up. Not two minutes later, the texts arrived in my phone. "Could you please tell my bf that we never hooked up? He's going to hurt me if you don't help me. ".
The next 10 minutes saw a series of texts back and forth in which I was asked to deny everything to this guy, all the while the girl was sending me furtive texts that said, "Please please, he'll beat me to death. Those bruises on my arm that you noticed? That I said were from moving boxes? They were from him hurting me. ".
Yeah, 1100 Scooby Snacks later, I'm not convinced that I ever got the truth before, during or after.
Don't trust any of them. Ever.[/QUOTE]
Google Image Search is your friend!
Am also finding a LOT of profiles using other people's pix.
Be sure to use Google Image Search to find out.
[QUOTE=RoadWarrior007;2977916]Seems with college letting out for the summer, there are lots of new girls, or returning ones.
Also seems like many need rent money at the end / start of the month.
Lots of choices out there and appreciate sharing intel.[/QUOTE]