On one particular rainy afternoon. The droplets of water were making a pitter patter sound on my bay window. The grayness of the room and the weather made it more difficult to feel closer to my goal of the day. It wasn't a hard goal to achieve. All I had to do was post my picture, write a cute profile and send it away into the cyber world.
I had a moment of hesitation as I sat there eating wafer cookies and smoking my last cigarette. I was completely broke. I had $1.23 in my bank account, and I was being evicted in two days. I needed to do this, or else I would have no where to go. My mind wandered as I pictured myself sitting on a curb in the slums of the city. I could see my tattered clothing and my tousled hair as I asked city locals for their last pennies. I would sleep on park benches and go to the Good Shepard for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I would fight over who got the last of the soup and clean windshields for more pennies. I would be homeless.
I had to do something. It was called survival at this point. I wasn't working and I wasn't getting any interviews. My B.A might as well have been a picture from Ikea, as it didn't matter whether or not I was university educated. For 6 weeks I applied to every known job to man. And not one peep from anyone.
The only good thing about not having money is the large amounts of weight I dropped. My clothes were baggy, and everything was a size too big. I sat outside the majority of the day, so I had a fabulous tan. My physical image was not lacking, however my mental state of mind was in a frenzy. I stressed every day and every night. What would I do? Where would I go? The questions were endless.
Until I stumbled upon a dating millionaire website.
And that's when my life changed and I started dating for money.
