30 Sec's on....
As I am writing this, at this exact moment, I have lost $9,758.
...to Nigerian Kings.
I kidd you not, it should have been $13,476 but I managed to claw some of it back.
And I don't know why it upsets me so much, because it's not my money, is not going to be my money, and is not money owed to me.
So you know, I should care less.
But I can't.
I actually take it as a personal insult, that a man somewhere overseas is playing peeps that have come into my orbit, and getting money from them.
And the worst part is, that is only money from the past 2 weeks.
These men, and I use that word very, very loosely, are pissing in the money.
And it's all cash.
Partly, I blame you kiwi guys. Your game sucks when it comes to these guys.
These guys do phone calls, texts and are extremely complimentary.
Kiwi guys think a compliment is a side dish that comes with meat. Find it hard to be emotionally open, and are so tight with their money you could confuse them with a duck's ass.
And even whispering the C word has them running for the hills.
So I understand how the Nigerians are getting in.
But it's like a game of cat and mouse we're playing.
They do a move. I do a move.
They move sideways.
I'm doing a sneaky, back, side, run forward, shadow move.
But as much as I hate to say this, these men are intelligent. They sound gorgeous on the phone and their game, well, as I've said, it's good.
Super-delicious good.
But there's really nothing I can say today which is going to stop this happening.
There's no quick fix.
Because by the time I'm in the picture, they've had 3 months head start on me. Sometimes more.
But it's not all doom and gloom, babe.
I don't always lose.
Wishing you much awesomeness.
Kissy hugs
T and Spirit
xx