I AM a regular reader. However, on Saturday, April 23, I was taken aback by the first article in the Pudding & Souse column, He’s Only A Financial Prop. Immediately, I identified the main characters – the “sexy, young, brown-skinned” woman and the middle-aged man.
I am 100 per cent certain I am the middle-aged man referred to and I know the “sexy, young, brown-skinned” woman. I have been the recipient of the text messages, emails and social networking messages which mention all that was in your column.
I will not deny any of this, but thought it prudent to put my side of the story as she has chosen to do, so that her friends as well as my colleagues, friends and professional acquaintances are aware of the other side.
I was looking for an adventure and found it – at a price! The money spent on her does not matter as I can make that back in just a few months of professional services.
I met this woman early in 2010. My first meeting with her filled me with despair and the desperate need to help someone to get back on their feet. That morning she was a forlorn, unhappy, unkempt, bedraggled, dirtily clad young woman who had clearly fallen on hard times. Her face was pock-marked, with large blemishes which today are securely hidden under carefully done make-up.
As we chatted, I noticed that she exuded a rather musty, stale smell of a pigsty. I found out later in the hour long conversation that she lived in a chattel house, adjoining a small holding of pigs and chickens.
Her complaint was that when it rained, her entire rented accommodation and the environs stank of pig manure, chicken manure and the cesspool that carried the run-off from the smallholding.
Consequently, when she hung out her laundry and picked it up later, the entire inventory stunk of pig and chicken effluent. Unfortunately, for her, she was unable to mask the smell well, as she could only afford to buy the cheapest bar of soap and baby powder.
In fact, the surfeit of baby powder, which caked and congealed in her cleavage, was readily visible.
During this conversation, I discovered that she had been unemployed, has children by different men, is a divorcee and was in a tempestuous relationship with a long-standing boyfriend who treated her like filth.
During her marriage, she became pregnant on two occasions whilst involved in an extramarital affair.
These resulted in terminations. She claims that her husband had neglected her, and thus she was forced to embark on illicit relationships in order to sustain her life and sexual gratification.
On examining her body language, it was evident that she was insecure, negative in outlook, lacking self-esteem and completely down in the gutter. This became more evident as she spoke about her life and her boyfriend. She yearned for a sound, loving relationship with her boyfriend, but he was interested only in his sexual self-gratification from her and told her so.
He told her that he would continue to treat her just so, and was unable to support her financially, as none of the children were his.
I questioned why she allowed her self-esteem to be savaged and eroded repeatedly, and her body to be defiled time and again. She simply bowed her head in shame and dejection and sobbed uncontrollably.
I met her some days later for lunch. Within days I received telephone calls from her friends, neighbours and former colleagues as well as her former husband, advising me to steer clear her. Her former husband told me that I would regret the day I ever got involved with her.
I thought that they were all somewhat unfair and perhaps jealous. I gave her the benefit of the doubt.
I will jump ahead a little. During the months that went by, I bought her several outfits, took her to top-class restaurants and social venues, places neither she nor her children had ever set foot into. I was able to “perjure” myself sufficiently to get her an entry-level job to earn a few dollars.
She started to regain her independence and self-esteem. As soon as she started working, her hapless boyfriend insisted that she quit. She thinks this was because she had suddenly started to wear nice clothes, make-up and best quality perfumes, all of which I bankrolled.
As my charity continued to support the “sexy, young, brown-skinned” woman and her children, she started to ratchet up her financial demands. Her utility bills, rent, cellular phone top-ups and weekly shopping all became regular demands and expectations, often to as much as $3 000 per month. In exchange, she was quite willing to sleep with me 24/7.
This “sexy, young, brown-skinned” woman, a true gold-digger, as her boyfriend has labelled her, has a strong calling to pornography. She engages in BlackBerry exchanges with similar folk, social networking and so on, all aimed at promoting her love of pornography.
When I discovered this great love of pornography, I began to examine her lack of intellect and could see why there was no capacity or educational aptitude for anything else.
Regrettably, having left school at 15 and having no means of further education now, she will remain in a lowly paid entry-level category for many years to come. Who knows, another sucker like me might come along.
Sadly, her children, having been exposed to her bold displays with her boyfriend in full view, can relate exactly what takes place and can graphically describe pornographic scenes they have witnessed at home.
Having seen how her financial demands grew day by day, I recently decided that we could no longer sustain such a relationship. The financial outlay was not the overriding factor in my decision to break off from her. The driver was that I was constantly having to seek medical treatment.
Our “sexy, young, brown-skinned” woman would not let me use a condom. Foolish as it may seem, I agreed; hence the trips to the clinics.
It was a painful experience. I told “sexy, young, brown-skinned” woman about this problem and she has agreed to seek treatment. We never got together again. Following this, I said my final goodbye.
What followed was a barrage of text messages to her friends, claiming that she used me for my money only. I would have preferred a better end to this relationship or, oddly enough, to continue to take care of her, to try to model her into becoming a socially astute and happier person.
She chose otherwise.
