aussieavodart said:
The Gardener said:
Do tell.....
The overriding theme of this brief relationship was "lets see how many ways I can empty Gardener's wallet". A real "Persian-American Princess", to use a slightly modified colloquialism. Her family was rich rich rich, and she was used to being provided for in a manner well out of the depth of college student Gardener. She insisted that it wasn't a problem... but, it WAS a problem. EVERY where we went, thy money was spenteth... trip to the mall? Gotta stop and get a Starbucks. Hungry for lunch? That calls for a full sit-down restaurant to grab a twelve dollar Reuben. Nice dinner on the town? This requires a new dress, and new matching shoes to match. This girl's closet was like a virtual forest of fabric, and she meticulously kept her shoe collection in the boxes they came in on the shelves above her clothes... and she wrote descriptions of the shoes on the outside of the box so she could keep track of them all. She loved shoes... would wear them, then air them out overnight, spray them with disenfectant, neatly repackage them in tissue paper in their box and return them to her shoe library. She was so meticulous about it, made me laugh... I can honestly say that shoes were a real hobby for her.
None of this lifestyle she thought was out of the ordinary for a 20 year old college student, in fact what I am describing is her idea of living a financially "lean" lifestyle... she never asked me for really fancy things, she just nickled and dimed me to death with a latte here and a sit down lunch there.... and by the time the week was up, I dropped two hundred just to be able to afford to keep up. I suppose I could handle this at my advanced age now, but back then at age 21, not a prayer! At the time my typical lunch was a hand made sandwich, and I was working nights as a second shift office adminstrator just to pay for my textbooks and keep the lights on in my shabby student apartment bedroom.
I'm sure my dating expose answers none of the intent of your question.... as for the "good stuff", she was off the hook. What a body. Tall, devastating curves, long perfect legs (she ran track in high school!), a pair of the most perfect natural C/D cups I have ever seen, olive skin, thick lightly curly/wavy hair that she could easily grow down to her *** if she wanted to. And, she loved to do the deed. She grew very attached to me very quickly, and was very attentive in intimate situations and was very into making sure I was pleased. Very much a one on one girl, calling me constantly, frustrated when I wouldn't call her constantly, wanted to be with me as much as possible... she wouldn't even look at another man. But, on the flip side of this coin, she was very demanding. At the time I lived in a part of LA that has a very large Iranian diaspora (which is actually how I met her), and my general assessment of their culture, right or wrong, is that Iranians are very old school in how they view sex roles. It's the mans job to take care of the woman, and in return, its the woman's job to take care of the man. Read into that what you will.
