Free cleaning or always take money for your services!
You know how people tell you sometimes:" Ohh I am short 5 quid or 10... unless you have change from..." and there goes large paper... if they are looking for services to be performed by you. Especially "cool" this sounds after you are done...So let me warn you. Always take the big paper...and say you'll bring the change back...or if it is something you might do soon for them - take it as advance.
Don't be as silly and naive as me at 22. I was babysitting and woman had only rather 5 quid short to pay for my service or 5 over...
I said: "It's OK. You'll pay me back next time!"...never happened! And i was brought up in the way that I couldn't say anything...money was an embarrassing and awkward topic. So I just let it slide.
And to be honest I should have said something like: "You'll take that fiver off me next time I'll babysit for ya! Cheers!"
And maybe she would have forgotten about it the same way...
Ahhhhhhh Could-a Should-a Would-a...
Fabia, 32
Portugal
Damn you, Damian!
It could have been very romantic story if it wasn't so sad and cruel...
We met each other on a school play ground when picking up kids. He was tall and handsome with very unusual eye colour. I was young and beautiful with unusual skin colour and hairstyle. We would look at each other at the gates while waiting for the kids. I was a baby sitter he was obviously a dad. Every day I was hoping to see him and almost every day I did. Few times I saw his wife... I could not believe it - he was younger! A lot younger! My young brain was not willing to go deep into their relationship. So I even thought it is his mum and maybe it is his little brother. Silly me...We were just eyeballing each other and at one point I was ready to leave it that way. But true people say when you completely forget about your wish it does come true!
On one sunny afternoon a car driven next to us (me and a girl I was babysitting)...
- “Excuse me miss!”
I turned around and I saw him behind the wheel.
- “Yes!” - I smiled. Hes eyes were smiling too. His kid was not with him. I did not ask about anything.
- “My name is Damien.”
- “I'm Lisa” we shook hands. Hes hands were warm and soft. It felt nice. I could feel heart pumping blood loudly in my ears.
- “Is it your daughter?” - he said pointing at Tisha
- “Weeelll...” - before I could say anything Tish jumped into conversation “She is my baby sitter!”
- “Yes that's who I am.” - I smiled at him
- “So you live with her family than?”
- “Nope I have my own place at Croydon” At my last phrase his face light up and he looked at me with sexiest smile ever
- “Can I have your number than?”
- “What about your kid?”
- “He is still at school I am going to pick him up now”
That was my only try to prevent what happened after and he played it the way he knew he should. He did not lie he just did not answer the real question.
“Ahh what the hell!” - I thought to my self and out loud I said - “079...”
- “I'll call you!”
- “Yes you will...” - at my phrase he looked up and instantly we knew we will see each other very soon.
All the way to the house (gladly it wasn't to far) Tisha was asking me all type of stupid questions little girl can come up with when being a witness of a pick up conversation.
- “Do you like him?”
- “Do you know him?”
- “When you are going out?”
- “He was looking at you very strange! Why?”
To most of the questions I had to smile and ignore them. I was very pleased and quietly exited. Of course she stopped torturing me after couple hours. At least that what I thought. But Tisha was not the girl who gives up. She was just waiting for her father to be back from work to unleash more embarrassing details in front of him. The moment he was at the door she run to him shouting:
- “ Daddy! Daddy! Lisa had a boy asking her number today!”
He looked up at me surprised and referring to Tisha asked:
- “A boy or a man?”
- “I don't know! He is younger than you but way older than me!”
- “I see!” He was smiling but I swear I could feel little jealousy in his words.
- “Well Lisa have a nice evening! Do not stay out too long! See you tomorrow!”
- “OK. See you”
I rushed away to a bus stop but I could feel my ears burning and I knew it was Tisha's dad.
Damian called me up in a week time somewhere at 23.30 pm. It was late and I was pleasantly surprised. He said that he will be working late during night and would love to see me if it's OK. Right there I should have said “No” or “It is not OK” or something. But I was so damn exited and I could not sleep until he called saying he is outside.
I run out wearing my sexy night set and only wine - coloured silky robe above it. I had sleepy face and messy hair and warmth of the person who just got out of bad.
I was curvy and absolutely sexy. He only said very calmly - “Hi”, but in his eyes was so much more. I guess I was no better. I was looking at him and thinking “He is so gorgeous I want him!”
I am pretty sure it does show on the face what ever your thoughts are. And I was not hiding any of them.
During first meeting we just chat in his car for over 40 min. We talked about his wife and how he had to take responsibilities of his son when he got her pregnant. Plus to stay and work in the country he had to be married to the mother of your child. I did not ask about her anymore. I knew enough. I knew I will never be with him and never will destroy his family. But I just could not resist the temptation. We kissed passionately. He was gentle and so strong at the same time. He left me weak in my knees. But this night he had to go back to work. We did agree to see each other again. How could we not.
Next few times he came just for a few minutes. He said he could not stay but had to see me. Those few minutes were torture. Sexual tension between us was built up so much. We had no need to touch each other just look in each other eyes and be fully turned on.
Maybe somewhere at this point I should have stop this meetings from occur but his next call informed me that he is going to stay for the night if it's OK with me. Was it OK with me? I was so so exited and I could not think straight. Of course I said “Yes!”
I cleaned my place, I prepare some food just in case and made sure I was in best shape possible at every place possible. I had some wine while waiting and I got fully relaxed and my conscience did gave up for that night.
By the time Damian get there it was fully clear that sex is on the table and I am sure my face had no doubts about it. I think at small moment in the beginning he had some doubts but when he came in and saw me and than had some wine and kissed me and touched me. All doubts have been pushed back. We had great time. He was gentle and at the same time strong. I came twice and he was very pleased and looked somewhat surprised about it. We lay in bed and smoke. He looked at me and shook his head like it was a delusion or something but still smiling and said: - “Man! I wish I was single!” I had to say it felt good to hear those words but at the same time I knew it was just a phrase. I had to ask back - “What would happen than?”
- “You could be My baby and we could go out and have fun together and we could make love anytime we want... Damn! Make love to you it is so different! I never thought a young woman can be so sexual and so aware of her body. You are great!”
I kissed him with passion and rolled over and sit on him. Soon he had to leave but not yet. We had to have one more orgasm.
When I closed the door behind him I was exhausted. All thoughts I've been keeping away rushed back in my head so I had to drink loads and go to bed. Tomorrow I'll be a babysitter again.
We never slept together again. We saw each other once after that. First time he call me up and said we need to talk I knew what's coming. He said his wife is suspicious about him for some reason. So I said I understand and asked him if he could sort me out with some money because I needed 40 quid to pay my week rent. He said he will help me. So next night shift he came up to see me and gave me 60 instead. I have to say I was acting like I do not care that we won't see each other again. But truly my heart was pumping like crazy and I think he could see sadness in my eyes as I saw it in his. We kissed good bye and I got out of the car. We never crossed passes again. I mean we did see each other at school but not for long soon I did change my work and his wife could sleep safe again.
And now - 6 years later I still think maybe I should have acted differently...? Ahh coulda shoulda woulda....
Lisa 26, UK
New regrets are here ...
Wrong actions
I should have said something more aggravating than " Sometimes there are different circumstances..." to the guy sitting next to me at the pub telling me - "I never understood women who live with the guy who does that to them!" when I was looking at him with my black eye. I should have told him "It is easy to sit here and talk about something you never experienced and can never understand! When you are assaulted and have no place to go and no money..." Or I just should have told him to F..off...But nooo, I set there feeling their judgements on my skin and drinking cider they pay for. Plus I should have finished their snow... but, Noooooo, I gave it back to him and on the way back was begging him to give it to me back...Purely because few nights before I took some snow from a guy who made massive fuss about it to everyone and called me a thief. Should have done all differently, But I didn't! So what now? I think it's time to move on, darling! Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda...
Fabia, 32
Portugal
Black skirt for a white line or Uneven trade
I was young, naive and addicted...
But have to say always was stylish and had an eye for a good bargain in style...
Bought myself a lovely black skirt with outside pockets - nice military/city style skirt I would perk up with very cool leather boots!
I had a friend who loved that skirt...I found out about it one late evening when three of us (her, my BF and I ) were having a late snow party at my flat.
She said she would love to buy it off me and I said you can have it (even though I loved it - have no idea why I said yes to give it away)...and a sad thing is - I gave it away for a line of Snow! As I bought my skirt very cheap..I sold it for the exact same price!
As she did not have money on her I took the snow as payment 1/4 of a G! And we used it all up together!
I wish I would have said "NO" or at least asked for bigger price!
CouldA...WouldA...ShouldA....
Miranda, 35
Portland
You know how people tell you sometimes:" Ohh I am short 5 quid or 10... unless you have change from..." and there goes large paper... if they are looking for services to be performed by you. Especially "cool" this sounds after you are done...So let me warn you. Always take the big paper...and say you'll bring the change back...or if it is something you might do soon for them - take it as advance.
Don't be as silly and naive as me at 22. I was babysitting and woman had only rather 5 quid short to pay for my service or 5 over...
I said: "It's OK. You'll pay me back next time!"...never happened! And i was brought up in the way that I couldn't say anything...money was an embarrassing and awkward topic. So I just let it slide.
And to be honest I should have said something like: "You'll take that fiver off me next time I'll babysit for ya! Cheers!"
And maybe she would have forgotten about it the same way...
Ahhhhhhh Could-a Should-a Would-a...
Fabia, 32
Portugal
Damn you, Damian!
It could have been very romantic story if it wasn't so sad and cruel...
We met each other on a school play ground when picking up kids. He was tall and handsome with very unusual eye colour. I was young and beautiful with unusual skin colour and hairstyle. We would look at each other at the gates while waiting for the kids. I was a baby sitter he was obviously a dad. Every day I was hoping to see him and almost every day I did. Few times I saw his wife... I could not believe it - he was younger! A lot younger! My young brain was not willing to go deep into their relationship. So I even thought it is his mum and maybe it is his little brother. Silly me...We were just eyeballing each other and at one point I was ready to leave it that way. But true people say when you completely forget about your wish it does come true!
On one sunny afternoon a car driven next to us (me and a girl I was babysitting)...
- “Excuse me miss!”
I turned around and I saw him behind the wheel.
- “Yes!” - I smiled. Hes eyes were smiling too. His kid was not with him. I did not ask about anything.
- “My name is Damien.”
- “I'm Lisa” we shook hands. Hes hands were warm and soft. It felt nice. I could feel heart pumping blood loudly in my ears.
- “Is it your daughter?” - he said pointing at Tisha
- “Weeelll...” - before I could say anything Tish jumped into conversation “She is my baby sitter!”
- “Yes that's who I am.” - I smiled at him
- “So you live with her family than?”
- “Nope I have my own place at Croydon” At my last phrase his face light up and he looked at me with sexiest smile ever
- “Can I have your number than?”
- “What about your kid?”
- “He is still at school I am going to pick him up now”
That was my only try to prevent what happened after and he played it the way he knew he should. He did not lie he just did not answer the real question.
“Ahh what the hell!” - I thought to my self and out loud I said - “079...”
- “I'll call you!”
- “Yes you will...” - at my phrase he looked up and instantly we knew we will see each other very soon.
All the way to the house (gladly it wasn't to far) Tisha was asking me all type of stupid questions little girl can come up with when being a witness of a pick up conversation.
- “Do you like him?”
- “Do you know him?”
- “When you are going out?”
- “He was looking at you very strange! Why?”
To most of the questions I had to smile and ignore them. I was very pleased and quietly exited. Of course she stopped torturing me after couple hours. At least that what I thought. But Tisha was not the girl who gives up. She was just waiting for her father to be back from work to unleash more embarrassing details in front of him. The moment he was at the door she run to him shouting:
- “ Daddy! Daddy! Lisa had a boy asking her number today!”
He looked up at me surprised and referring to Tisha asked:
- “A boy or a man?”
- “I don't know! He is younger than you but way older than me!”
- “I see!” He was smiling but I swear I could feel little jealousy in his words.
- “Well Lisa have a nice evening! Do not stay out too long! See you tomorrow!”
- “OK. See you”
I rushed away to a bus stop but I could feel my ears burning and I knew it was Tisha's dad.
Damian called me up in a week time somewhere at 23.30 pm. It was late and I was pleasantly surprised. He said that he will be working late during night and would love to see me if it's OK. Right there I should have said “No” or “It is not OK” or something. But I was so damn exited and I could not sleep until he called saying he is outside.
I run out wearing my sexy night set and only wine - coloured silky robe above it. I had sleepy face and messy hair and warmth of the person who just got out of bad.
I was curvy and absolutely sexy. He only said very calmly - “Hi”, but in his eyes was so much more. I guess I was no better. I was looking at him and thinking “He is so gorgeous I want him!”
I am pretty sure it does show on the face what ever your thoughts are. And I was not hiding any of them.
During first meeting we just chat in his car for over 40 min. We talked about his wife and how he had to take responsibilities of his son when he got her pregnant. Plus to stay and work in the country he had to be married to the mother of your child. I did not ask about her anymore. I knew enough. I knew I will never be with him and never will destroy his family. But I just could not resist the temptation. We kissed passionately. He was gentle and so strong at the same time. He left me weak in my knees. But this night he had to go back to work. We did agree to see each other again. How could we not.
Next few times he came just for a few minutes. He said he could not stay but had to see me. Those few minutes were torture. Sexual tension between us was built up so much. We had no need to touch each other just look in each other eyes and be fully turned on.
Maybe somewhere at this point I should have stop this meetings from occur but his next call informed me that he is going to stay for the night if it's OK with me. Was it OK with me? I was so so exited and I could not think straight. Of course I said “Yes!”
I cleaned my place, I prepare some food just in case and made sure I was in best shape possible at every place possible. I had some wine while waiting and I got fully relaxed and my conscience did gave up for that night.
By the time Damian get there it was fully clear that sex is on the table and I am sure my face had no doubts about it. I think at small moment in the beginning he had some doubts but when he came in and saw me and than had some wine and kissed me and touched me. All doubts have been pushed back. We had great time. He was gentle and at the same time strong. I came twice and he was very pleased and looked somewhat surprised about it. We lay in bed and smoke. He looked at me and shook his head like it was a delusion or something but still smiling and said: - “Man! I wish I was single!” I had to say it felt good to hear those words but at the same time I knew it was just a phrase. I had to ask back - “What would happen than?”
- “You could be My baby and we could go out and have fun together and we could make love anytime we want... Damn! Make love to you it is so different! I never thought a young woman can be so sexual and so aware of her body. You are great!”
I kissed him with passion and rolled over and sit on him. Soon he had to leave but not yet. We had to have one more orgasm.
When I closed the door behind him I was exhausted. All thoughts I've been keeping away rushed back in my head so I had to drink loads and go to bed. Tomorrow I'll be a babysitter again.
We never slept together again. We saw each other once after that. First time he call me up and said we need to talk I knew what's coming. He said his wife is suspicious about him for some reason. So I said I understand and asked him if he could sort me out with some money because I needed 40 quid to pay my week rent. He said he will help me. So next night shift he came up to see me and gave me 60 instead. I have to say I was acting like I do not care that we won't see each other again. But truly my heart was pumping like crazy and I think he could see sadness in my eyes as I saw it in his. We kissed good bye and I got out of the car. We never crossed passes again. I mean we did see each other at school but not for long soon I did change my work and his wife could sleep safe again.
And now - 6 years later I still think maybe I should have acted differently...? Ahh coulda shoulda woulda....
Lisa 26, UK
New regrets are here ...
I should have never said to the
maitre d'hotel at my third ever job “Are you looking at my boobs?”. It
was Christmas time and I just have gotten a job as a temp waiter at the
benefit. They gave us the uniform. It was white linen and as I never
wear bra my nipples did show through a little.
We
were in the elivator and I clearly saw his eyes penetrating my top.
Than I've decided to comment it the way I did: “Are you looking at my
boobs?”
He become pale and said - “No! I don't!”
I was way to young to stop so I went on: - “Yes you do!” and smiled.
He became sweaty and uncomfortable and mumbled “No I don't...”
Funny enough I did not even thought about sexual harassment at the time. Years later I realised what he was afraid off.
And
than we arrived to the floor needed and he put me to work even though I
wanted to be at the kitchen (as I never waited before in my entire
life!) so I guess he gotten his revange. I was terrible! Trays were way
to heavy and I was clumsy. I think the only thing that gotten me through
that evening my “see through” uniform and my pretty face.
I
think this story should start at the agency I went to get a job and
among all of the girls I was selected with another English girl to get a
training and get a job at a beauty section in the drug store...But
nooooo! When I was asked what I want to do – Stay and get educated or go
to wait on the tables and get payed... I've chosen second!
Do you think I got payed! Nope!
Because
the third job I was offered by that agency was to work at some lounge
bar to clean up empty glasses and serve some drinks (meaning to stay in
one spot with trays full of drinks). Everything was going alright. I
even got some girls with free cigarettes to spare some for me and then
I've gotten so cocky and confident that almost in the end of the evening
I've decided to move through the crowd with tray full of drinks.
And
of course I got flying elbow in my direction and as I had tray above
every one's head it went straight on the floor! I got one guy very
upset! Manager came out and asked me to clean the mess and leave. I
actually had another night to work there so I went back (cannot believe
how naïve I was then!). When I enter the staff - room manager said:
-“ What are you doing here?”
- “Agency assigned me here.”
- ....
- “Do you still need me?”
- “What do You think?!?” - he said with ugliest smirk on his face
Everybody laughed out loud.
- “Got it!”
And I left. So of course no payment. I guess all the payment was taken to cover cost of the broken glass.
Should have stayed at the agency and learn about make up and could've had a better job than.
AHHH Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda....
Maria, 29
UK
Romanian style
Romanian style
When last year was travelling with my partner through Romania's landscapes I came to acknowledge the gypsy side of their culture.
We
were out of water and stopped to buy it at the local gas station.
Bottle cost 2.40 so I gave 2.50 and was standing there waiting for my
change. When girl did not even try to explain why there will be none - I
asked her.
Her answer stunned me. "Because 10 bani (Romanian change) is so small in Romania so we do not care."
And she smiled like "Fuck off you stupid "...
I
was so shocked so I stumbled out and get in the car. But only few km
later I realised (when shock left my body) that I had 30 bani (20 and
10) - So I should have told her: "OK give me my 50 and here is your 30
if you do not care that much!"
I wonder what she would have to say than... Ahhh Coulda Shoulds WouldaWrong actions
I should have said something more aggravating than " Sometimes there are different circumstances..." to the guy sitting next to me at the pub telling me - "I never understood women who live with the guy who does that to them!" when I was looking at him with my black eye. I should have told him "It is easy to sit here and talk about something you never experienced and can never understand! When you are assaulted and have no place to go and no money..." Or I just should have told him to F..off...But nooo, I set there feeling their judgements on my skin and drinking cider they pay for. Plus I should have finished their snow... but, Noooooo, I gave it back to him and on the way back was begging him to give it to me back...Purely because few nights before I took some snow from a guy who made massive fuss about it to everyone and called me a thief. Should have done all differently, But I didn't! So what now? I think it's time to move on, darling! Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda...
Fabia, 32
Portugal
Black skirt for a white line or Uneven trade
I was young, naive and addicted...
But have to say always was stylish and had an eye for a good bargain in style...
Bought myself a lovely black skirt with outside pockets - nice military/city style skirt I would perk up with very cool leather boots!
I had a friend who loved that skirt...I found out about it one late evening when three of us (her, my BF and I ) were having a late snow party at my flat.
She said she would love to buy it off me and I said you can have it (even though I loved it - have no idea why I said yes to give it away)...and a sad thing is - I gave it away for a line of Snow! As I bought my skirt very cheap..I sold it for the exact same price!
As she did not have money on her I took the snow as payment 1/4 of a G! And we used it all up together!
I wish I would have said "NO" or at least asked for bigger price!
CouldA...WouldA...ShouldA....
Miranda, 35
Portland
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