Field Report: The Chick From Friday Turned Out To Be A Hooker


Hey fellaz, I meant to post this field report yesterday but got caught up between dating, fucking, dating and more fucking.

Remember the chick whom I were to meet Friday evening, the one whom I blogged about on Thursday who was DTF as fuck?

Well- now I know why she was so DTF.

The bitch turned out to be a hooker. 😯

Did I see any red flags prior, or while I was setting up the rendezvous?

Not really.

Apart from her extreme forwardness in saying to me, “we were to fuck”, pertaining to the 1st time we met but didn’t get to meet up again for the Day2.

In hindsight: this was actually a HUGE fucking red flag that I missed.

No quote-unquote “regular” girl comes straight out and say “let’s fuck”, besides hookers. Unless this is a girl whom you had already laid, hence the “I need to hide my desire for sex from him” line, doesn’t play out.

Be as it may; it never dawned onto me that this girl is a prostitute.

Anyway, so here’s how it went down. The text sequence took place the Friday early afternoon as I was to ferry to the other side of the island.
[My texts in green]

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When she asked “How much money”, I thought it was a joke to be honest.

I decided to play along just for the sake of it.

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When she double down on the “how much money am I getting” part, it became apparent that this bitch wasn’t playing some sick prank on me. 😯

Just for the fuck of it, I randomly threw out a figure on the blowjob: “$80 bucks”!

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Sensing where this was heading, I further decided to fuck with this whore’s head by telling her I would message her after 5 PM: knowing damn well that I wasn’t going to pay for sex, thus the entire rendezvous were to be called off.

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😆 I liked how she tried to butter me up by asking, “What time you coming Baby”?

I ignored her messages for a while, so that is when she sensed that I was NOT going to barter cash for sex…at least not outright by paying for it.

Furthermore; I don’t pay for sex!

How dare this bitch try to sucker me out of cash, promising 3-somes, etc. as if I’m some sort of loser or something!

I felt offended!

Hence, I broke the sobering news to her that I don’t pay to play.

She said goodnight and that was that!

Wow! 😯

I had no clue that I had picked up a prostitute when I met her on the online-dating site.

She gave me no indication but at the last second when the bombshell was launched directly at me!

Throughout my long history of game/pickup, I think this is the 1st time I’ve ever been duped by a hooker, parading as though she were a “regular” bird.

At the end of the day, every guy pays for sex in some fashion or the other: whether that be time spent, dates, buying drinks, buying dinner, etc.

It is all a subtle form of bartering money/resource for sex, no matter how minuscule the down payment on the vaj.

However, I do NOT explicitly put cash in women’s hands in exchange for sex!

It’s not that I find fucking hookers appalling or anything. But I’m a goddamn pick-up artist: and a damn good one! Paying for sex is simply outside of my reality.

The most that a girl gets out of me is a drink and or a slice of pizza.

Cash?

No way!

Stay tuned guys. Some more interesting field reports to come from the weekend.

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