Prostitution

As I bet many of you know, Turkish men have a reputation of wooing foreign women with the hope of money. There are books out about it and tons of jokes - it's where all the fat, ugly British women go to get laid. I was here eleven years ago and I don't remember any coming on to me, but I was still involved with James, the one relationship I was loyal to.

Emino has had two other women throw money at him. I recently learned from his brother (and Emino confirmed it) that the woman that was at his home previously bought him his air conditioning, TV, furniture, and a few other things. Of course, how could he refuse? All he had to do is fuck her. Unfortunately, for him he wanted me and he couldn't very well let me stay at his place when she was there buying everything. He told me he hated his situation and now I know why. At least, I can thank her for all the kitchen appliances. I actually feel better about this.

I think all my friends know what a tight wad I am. I am bad at birthdays and even X-mas presents. Except for travel I hate spending money and that includes buying for myself. So there is no way in hell I would ever spend money on Emino. I just want to put that out there before I go on.

Yes, the sex is fantastic, but what I really like and haven't had since my affair with the young Swede is how desirable he makes me feel. I love how he holds me tight while we sleep. I love it when he pulls me back, whether we're in bed or just sitting next to each other, when I try to get up. I love having him cook for me. I'm not paying for it.