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|>>|| No. 417848
Against every principle I've ever held I randomly ended up chatting to a stranger off the internet for quite a while by chance.
It turns out said stranger lives a very normal life as young, but rich student in a well off country across the world.
We've ended up speaking for months and Skyping and it's quite clear she is a real person (who is rather fit) and she is really into me.
I planned a holiday to somewhere quite far away for about 10 days just to break the monotony of my life and when I mentioned it she said she'd like to come along and fly to stay in my airbnb with me and basically said she wants a good dicking.
She's very attractive and probably out of my league but this hasn't seemed to have stopped her interest. She's even willing to stump up half the money for the airbnb costs as long as she can come. She's even offered to pay up front and let me give her the money. She's from a very rich family and I think her dad basically just gives her money for whatever she wants when she wants.
Any of you lads got any thoughts on this? Need to decide by the end of the day whether to say yes, I'd like to fly somewhere far away and have 10 days of sight seeing and easy sex but at the same time something about it feels quite wrong with the whole internet stranger thing.
If she was mildly attractive or a bit ugly I'd understand, but she's actually very hot and a very sweet girl too which is making it seem almost too good to be true and flags up my concern radar.
I figure the worst that happens is I arrive in said country, see she's not her at the airport and just go get another place to stay or say no, at best I get to fuck my way through a holiday.
Any thoughts? Do I take the risk or not?
Happy to add any context needed.
|>>|| No. 417890
This, this, this.
Go, but have a back up plan and make sure people know where you are. Take a second phone she doesn't know about so you can be GPS located, have at least a cancleable booking on another place either across town in a place you can get to easily via public transport or whatever, register your trip with the local consulate and send them photocopies of your passport. Take a drivers license with you as backup ID. Basically - Be Prepared.
When I was 21 I fucked off to Brazil on the promise of a job from a recruitment consultant and a paid for plane ticket, the job was real and I'm still not dead.
Implant a GPS shit under your skin and strap a mini gopro to your hand luggage. At the very worst you'll become the maddest madlad in the history of gs.
|>>|| No. 417896
I assume you meant chip. Do those things actually exist? Must be fun going through a metal detector at the airport.
|>>|| No. 417897
Indeed I did, but I assume it's no more difficult than it is for those who have metal pins and plates in their arms and legs, replacement knee and hip joints, certain forms of spinal disc surgery, etc, etc, etc.
Did you know that there are people walking around with bullets stuck in their brains because trying to dig them out would probably kill them? It's a funny old game, as Kevin Keegan would say.
|>>|| No. 417900
Probably the best advice in the thread. The rest of you sound like paranoid nutters - the lad made it quite clear they've been Skyping for months which is quite a while to carry on a simple bait scam if it really was one - but it also makes sense to prepare for the worst by making sure he can get out if he needs to.
|>>|| No. 417949
No response from shaglad, guess he's been chopped up by now with his body parts stuffed into a suitcase and thrown into a Phuket dumpster.
|>>|| No. 417954
>with his body parts stuffed into a suitcase and thrown into a Phuket dumpster
This is much less of an urban legend than most people will know.
I actually know about a case (friend of a friend of a friend of my parents'), where somebody went to Thailand to open a restaurant and at some point was carrying with him some $50K in cash in a briefcase to meet his would-be future business partners.
The guy was found dead the next day in his hotel room in Bangkok with a gunshot wound to his head and the 50 grand missing. Nobody saw or heard anything. The working theory is that this was a rip off gone bad.
Or maybe not even gone bad. Maybe they had planned on blowing his head off all along. Who knows.
|>>|| No. 417962
I have a lot of "business associates" in Brazil but I wouldn't go and meet them with $50k of cash in my pocket. That's not a third world problem, that's just being a fucking mug.
|>>|| No. 417963
Spot on. What kind of idiot walks around with £50K in cash, without at least a couple of good security guards?
|>>|| No. 417964
I think the most cash I've ever walked about with was about two grand and even that felt like a bad idea.
|>>|| No. 417965
My understanding of what my parents told me was that his would-be restaurant partners demanded 50 grand in cash up front as his buy-in share to become their partner in the opening of a new restaurant.
If this was a ripoff to begin with, then it stands to argue that these criminals were actively looking for foreigners who were going to be dumb enough to bring $50K in cash to a meeting. Maybe that is some sort of racket down there.
Police tracked down his would-be business partners and questioned them, but they denied having met with him at all that day and said they were just as stumped as anybody that he was dead. Which kind of sounds all too convenient, but how are you going to prove them, in a third world country like Thailand with rampant corruption and shady business practices. Or maybe they really had nothing to do with it, and it was the local mafia which didn't like foreigners coming in to do business like that. It's anybody's guess really.
I once carried roughly £10K with me on a train from Nottingham to Newcastle to go take a look at a car I was going to buy. You really can't help feeling paranoid with that kind of cash on you. Naturally nobody knew that I was carrying 10 grand around with me. And I told people on the train that I was going to go visit friends who lived in Newcastle (I really don't know a single soul in Newcastle). Just to make sure nobody knew I was going to look at a car, which could have caused somebody to think I was carrying money. You never know who's listening.
|>>|| No. 417966
>My understanding of what my parents told me was that his would-be restaurant partners demanded 50 grand in cash up front as his buy-in share to become their partner in the opening of a new restaurant.
That sounds like a straight up scam, though shooting him still seems a bit unnecessary. Probably worth it for what that sort of money can buy over there, mind.
>I once carried roughly £10K with me on a train from Nottingham to Newcastle to go take a look at a car I was going to buy.
That's exactly why I had the two grand on me. I stuffed it all in my wallet and just felt like everyone on the train could see it somehow. This was in a tiny village in Kent or something too. I wandered into Bradford with 3k for another car at a different time, now that I think about it. And the blokes missus insisted on testing all the notes while we sat there awkwardly. I think that's when I started just telling sellers I was only willing to bank transfer. What a clart on.
|>>|| No. 417967
>Probably worth it for what that sort of money can buy over there, mind.
I would imagine that people, including foreigners, get killed for far less there. And every scam is always as good as the number of people who will believe it. It may sound like a crazy idea to most people to have that kind of money on you to just give to somebody, and in Thailand, no less. But there will be people who will think it looks legit enough when somebody says "pay me 50 grand and you will become my restaurant business partner".
There is a reason why there is an advance fraud industry in Nigeria. It's enough if one in 10,000 people will believe the story of a locked up Nigerian prince from a random spam e-mail and then keep wiring money as they are fooled again and again into believing that at the end of the whole affair, they will get a million dollars for their assistance. Most people realise it's a complete and utter scam. But 0.01 percent of people will take the bait. And that's how that industry finances itself. There are myths that entire offices in Nigeria exist where people do nothing all day besides compose the latest scam e-mails to send to millions of people around the world.
>I stuffed it all in my wallet and just felt like everyone on the train could see it somehow.
Exactly. But you just have to remind yourself that nobody will actually think that.
The only way the wrong people on a train will suspect that you've got money on you is if you give off a nervous and paranoid impression. So in my head, I was really trying to convince myself that I wasn't going there to look at a car, but really to meet some non-existent friends in Newcastle.
I had my Swiss Army knife in my coat pocket with which I was hoping to defend myself if somebody was going to try to mug me. Not sure though if that's really practicable when somebody is holding a knife or a gun to your head... "Hang on, let me just get my folding knife from my coat... there we are... now, leave me the fuck alone".
|>>|| No. 418006
I am utterly amazed that some of you think "attractive Korean woman" (bear in mind that in Korea, being attractive is actually quite common, due to the fact a very large number of South Koreans get cosmetic surgery surgery) on Skype for months, who wants to join the lad on a holiday, is secretly an organ harvester, yet think nothing of walking around with several grand on you.
Lad. I've slept with my fair share of women. Several have been from the internet. Don't expect this to last, don't get too emotionally attached unless one of you has a solid plan of moving in with the other, but absolutely do go and get laid and have a great fucking time together.
Worst thing that's ever happened to me as a result of internet women was a broken heart, whereas the worst thing that's ever happened to me from hooking up with a girl from a bar was ending up being mildly stalked for months followed by her calling me in the middle of a suicide attempt at 3am the night before I had an important interview.
Sex wasn't even that good, tbh.
|>>|| No. 418007
If you'd actually read the posts it's pretty clear we were exceptionally nervous about walking around with a few grand on us, you numpty.
|>>|| No. 418009
I was a bit puzzled by that story actually. The robbers followed him three blocks from a cash machine? Aren't American cash machines like ours where you're only allowed £200 out? He must have had enough cash to buy a motorbike from the sound of it.
|>>|| No. 418027
I think I can take out a grand a day from Barclay's machines, but I have the account where you have to have a certain amount of money with them. I've had business accounts with similar limits too.
Looking at the Amex Centurion (black card) it seems like you can withdraw ten grand advance every 30 days with one of those. I don't suppose it's beyond the means of a rap bloke to have a card like that. Do ATMs have that much money in them at once? They probably do.
|>>|| No. 418035
When I withdrew the ten grand for my car, I went to the local main branch of NatWest here where I live, because it was conveniently located just along my way to the train station. My actual account is with a smaller branch in my neighbourhood.
When I told them that I wanted to withdraw £10K that day, they said they had to quickly phone up my branch to talk to the person who oversees my account, to verify that it was all legit. They told me it's their policy to double check when somebody who is unknown to them personally wants to withdraw a "sizeable" amount of cash from an account, even if it appears to be in that person's name.
|>>|| No. 418037
ATM noises seem a bit unsubtle if you're even withdrawing £200 and it goes chugga-chugga-chugga for ages. You think "hush". I can't imagine standing there waiting for £10,000.
|>>|| No. 418039
I wonder what the advantage was supposed to be of withdrawing $10,000 with his black card rather than just paying for the motorbike with his black card. He left without buying a motorbike anyway.
|>>|| No. 418042
I mean the collection drawer on an ATM doesn't have space for $10,000 even in $100 notes, so presumably you'd have to do it in multiple goes.
|>>|| No. 418278
Well lads I did it.
We changed countries in the end but it couldn't really have gone any better. I've had lots of nice days out and lots of sex and my organs are still in tact so I got that going for me.
What a great experience, wholly recommend. Will post more detail when home if anybody wants in a couple of days.
|>>|| No. 418280
That's what someone about to get abducted at the airport for organ harvesting purposes would say.
|>>|| No. 418309
oh, is that what that is? I thought it was some sort of inconveniently shaped placemat.
|>>|| No. 418359
I'll bet she is a true sexual deviant.
Innocent looking posh lasses with painted fingernails can be pretty fucked in the head in bed.
In my wild days, I was in bed once for a few weeks with a lass about that age who had attended Catholic school and was the daughter of a business owner and their local church's choir mistress. She was just an all around sexually depraved person. And all of it under the veneer of a goody-goody former choir girl.
No, she didn't have daddy issues, but she kind of gravitated towards domination and all that kind of thing.
|>>|| No. 418398
Home lads, organs in tact, everything went well, glad I did it.
Thanks to the lads that encouraged me to take the risk and go enjoy myself and thanks also to the lads who provided some sane reality checks.
In the end I realised it was better to live without the 'what if...' and I'm glad I did.
Still can't believe it happened, the only downside was her inability to order something she wanted when we ate with the 'I'm definitely going to eat this and not want yours' and the weird idea that on holiday you should spend some time shopping in shops you can get at home, but it's all really standard stuff really.
What a great time.
|>>|| No. 418438
Thanks lads! Very kind of you.
She really wants to see me again this year, she wants to come see me or I go see her, she seems really, really, really into me, which is strangely overwhelming and I'm trying to establish if it's sustainable to keep something like this up over such a distance, so I'm having a serious think, but I'd like to.
She's even offered to stump up the cash, I think she sees me as somebody she can be super seriously into.
The sex was great, it was almost strange having such an attractive girl be so enthusiastic about fucking me several times a day and give me a blowjob in the mornings at the end of the bed. I never thought I'd see the day either where I genuinely thought I would have to be coached into another session of sex and just wanted a rest. I'm not complaining, but you sort of always think 'wow how nice would that be to have a really attractive young girl be really fucking into sex with you every day' and then it happens and it's kind of hard to take in because it's actually happening and before you know it it's over.
She also described it as the best sex she's ever had but I think I can get away with being utterly useless with my nob because it's a good bit larger than average so it almost gets me a free pass. I feel like a bit of a weird bragger cunt here so going to stop, even if we are anonymous strangers on the internet.
Also, I've had attractive girlfriends before, but being out with somebody so attractive is actually mentally draining, it gets very old quickly seeing every guy you walk past just staring at her and staring and not even realise you're watching them back. I'm not insecure enough to be bothered, but it was strangely annoying and almost made me feel I had to keep up with it in some way.
Report done. Thanks for reading.
|>>|| No. 418465
I'm happy for you lad, but I'd be cautiously optimistic, don't let yourself get swept up in anything without giving it good thought.
I was in a similar situation once with a Yank bird I'd been online friends with for years. She eventually turned out to fancy the fuck out of me and naturally, because she was fit as fuck herself, I didn't question it much. But you have to wonder why a fit bird with an insatiable sex drive is turning to a long distance gig instead of more conventional means.
I don't mean to say there's anything wrong with her, but the thing I came to realise is that there were a lot of subtle ways that she was just a complete misanthrope which didn't come across when we were type-fucking each other, and didn't show up until we tried to make the jump from small meets to an extended stay.
Needless to say it ended with far more drama than was really necessary. Just think hard about it.
|>>|| No. 418468
I think some women like when there's something pretty compelling in the way. In "Monkeys with Typewriters", Scarlett Thomas said it's because we like scenarios in life to have literary structures, so that's the dragon to overcome. I think Neil Strauss likened it to cat playing with string and only being interested when it's slightly out of reach.
Geographical distance isn't too bad of a thing to be in the way compared with someone's wife or position of authority or shitty and horrific personality if she likes bad boys. Of course she might completely lose interest if you ever overcome the obstacle permanently.
|>>|| No. 418504
>I think Neil Strauss likened it to cat playing with string and only being interested when it's slightly out of reach.
That's from his book - The Game, fancy yourself as a pick-up artist do you lad?
|>>|| No. 418509
>That's from his book - The Game, fancy yourself as a pick-up artist do you lad?
It often takes one to know one.
|>>|| No. 418523
No but the way people manipulate each other is interesting and I've read several of his pulpy books about survival, Jenna Jameson, Mötley Crüe and Marilyn Manson (that one was unpleasant.)
Might I ask the same of you? How do you remember a specific sentence from a specific book if you haven't read it?
|>>|| No. 418524
I'm not trying to be defensive about this but I was just thinking how my ideal day wouldn't entail making a bug out bag whilst listening to Marilyn Manson and Mötley Crüe, going "sarging" then wanking to Jenna Jameson, and what a peculiar day that would be.
|>>|| No. 418540
Not him, but I've read some Neil Strauss and found him such a bad writer as for it to be almost impossible to finish a book of his without wanting to beat myself to dead with it. For this reason I think you're probably a masochist.
|>>|| No. 418553
OH DEAR MR'S MEDLEYCOTT I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO
I'VE ONLY GOT 3 BULLETS
AND THER'ES 4 OF MOTLEY CRUE
|>>|| No. 418554
OH DEAR MR'S MEDLEYCOTT I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO
I'VE ONLY GOT 3 BULLETS
AND THER'ES 4 OF MOTLEY CRUE
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