paying bits for bits

dammit.

there was a bit of a transition.

there are always transitions, of course.  i mean the one from being flat broke, to being less flat broke.  there’s a fair bit of commentary (real life more than here) on how a certain somebody is dealing with this.

like, wearing the same plain gray t-shirt that’s got piling from backpack wear all over.  and staying in shitty motels.  taking the bus.

why don’t you stay in a nice hotel, jake.  why are you eating street food.  why does your apartment still not have air conditioning, and why do you make everybody sleep on the floor on cheap blankets.  why do you tell your girl that there isn’t $200 more to go to the market for the restaurant opening.

fuck.  my favorite saying on money is this.  money doesn’t change people.  it reveals them.

you might not care fuck-all about being comfortable, coddled, making life easy.

annoying to realize you’er talking to people who’d immediately go to the easy way just imagining that they could.  you don’t get to where you could be comfortable, if you want to be comfortable.

or whatever.  some do.

there’ll be air conditioning.  in due time.  first let’s enjoy the stages before cool air all night.  and let’s see the restaurant actually start working before spending money on not-easily-liquidatable infrastructure.  same goes for beds.  these village kittehs are used to sleeping on floors, and so am i.  there’s something particularly pleasant about not being comfortable even though you could be.

the best looking-fward part of not being broke is being able to own being all broke-like on occasion.  yea, wear the same worn out t-shirt most of the time.  it’s the best feeling when you don’t have to, but you do it anyway.  same with sleeping on the floor.  or ratty hotels.

the point not this, though.  the point is girl things.

a few comments here about how to trick girls into thinking they’re getting paid, but then not paying them.  not going to judge this, because that’d be hypocritical.

but on the list of things to enjoy with some spare change, is particularly the aspect of sharing.  come on.  you know girls are always broke.  so she’s not a hooker, so you lured her with great game (or something).  you got laid, you feel great.  why not share a bit?  hardest part is not making her feel like she’s a hooker (or totally making her feel like one .. some things like that).  may take some time to fine tune that part.  not paying for sex, just you know, taxis seem really expensive this time of the day.  even though you know she’s taking the bus.

you might sit at the airport for an extra half hour to take the bus, and save $6 over just grabbing a taxi.  calms the insides, like meditation.

but the thrill of hunting a sexy, sexy thing, getting her, and then also making her day in more ways than one … that’s totally worth it.  not out of some sort of misguided philanthropy, but rather just because having been broke before, we all know how it feels to get unexpected monies to go play.  it’s pretty awesome.  right?

also, game.  game in part should be making yourself awesome, building skills, building whatever-abundance for yourself.  not this thing that seems to be going around about being fake.  fake strong and fake successful and just a giant leech with self improvement ebooks (“digital nomads”).  be like a monk, dig in, make a business work, stay humble, become something worthwhile by being able to summon resources to provide for yourself.  and whoever.  then not being a cheap fuck around others who aren’t maybe biologically designed to be as resource creative as you.  fuck western girls in the meantime who definitely shouldn’t been given anything besides the d.  the d and then the gtfo.

be cheap with yourself, check yourself, give back to the universe which is all just bits of you in the first place, go hey.  those taxis, pretty expensive right now.

12 Comments

  1. Red23

    April 7, 2017 at 7:37 am

    2 posts in 2 days? Looks like Christmas came early this year. Also, I’m pretty sure you’ve used this pic in a previous post but I can’t find out which one.

  2. JonnyBananas

    April 7, 2017 at 2:23 pm

    Nothing like making a fabulous lay do a little happy dance ‘thanks daddy’ when you give her a nice 1000 baht tip after fucking her brains out. Fake girlfriend or not what does it matter? Happy over the moon either way.

    • jakey

      April 8, 2017 at 1:59 am

      right?! we all just wanna have a little fun.

  3. Dancing Joe Blow

    April 7, 2017 at 4:36 pm

    “it reveals them”

    Really curious what money would reveal about me. Probably nothing good but seems like I should still give it a go

    • jakey

      April 8, 2017 at 1:54 am

      try it. i was convinced i’d turned into a huge asshole. but then realizing i’d already been one the whole time.

  4. JonnyBananas

    April 8, 2017 at 4:12 pm

    An article on the sugardaddy/sugarbaby phenom in silicon valley. These broads are all WAY TOO OLD to be getting the cash they are getting. RIP western civilization! Are these dudes really that dumb or thirsty to waste money on these OLD ladies? If I’m paying for sex she has to be under 30, omg.

    http://www.sfgate.com/living/article/I-m-rich-You-re-hot-The-cold-mathematics-of-6133072.php

    • jakey

      April 9, 2017 at 1:01 am

      the worst part of these stories is the writing.

  5. Sam

    April 9, 2017 at 6:05 am

    I was looking at some back post and saw all the post on the side bar. Damn you have a lot of post here. I remember some of your earlier post where you had one shirt or maybe it was two with one being washed in a ziplock bag.

    I wish I could remember how I found your blog. It was along time ago. I read a lot of strange stuff and forget how I get there.

  6. Henry

    April 9, 2017 at 1:20 pm

    isn’t this a typical relationship? The man provides cash, the woman provides sex but the terms of exchange aren’t explicit as they would be with a prostitute.

    • jakey

      April 10, 2017 at 2:00 am

      right. seems like we forgot that in the west where it’s free … unless you’re the last dude on the musical chairs and end up holding the whole entire divorce-child-support-alimony bag.

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