So, I had a date with a girl this evening. Unfortunately, this one came in like your tax bill...heavier than expected. (finger in the wind estimate 15-20 pounds uplift).

"Oh well, let's see if there is something to get out of this evening", I said to myself.

A friendly girl (a wider waistline generally accompanies this), I eventually realised that she had gained the extra pounds over the past seven months (IG Triangulation).

We went to a bar, and the conversation went fine; she slowly warmed up to me. You could tell she was the introverted type, but I also realised she came from a (very) wealthy family, which she kept relatively low-key.

Without going into details, as it could easily be traced back to her, not only based on what she does (which is quite peculiar) but also her family background, I will keep it relatively vague.

The evening got quite interesting when she was telling the story of one of her close "relatives".

That woman was a widow. Her first husband, whom she married for love, did not last long. The second was the one she married for money (the inventor of a new technology that he sold for a substantial amount). She did not love him but stayed with him for beyond a decade and managed to get the will changed on his deathbed.

I'm not sure if she meant it literally or metaphorically.

Anyway, she enjoyed her life with her new riches.

Eventually, she met a South American man 15 years her junior (she was in her 60s) at a random bar. She had her eyes on him and fancied him (pure lust). She was with the girl I was on a date with and her mother (who happens to be her best friend), and the guy joined their table.

They fucked in the car before he dropped her off on the same night at her friend's.

They continued seeing each other. The guy never worked. He had a monthly allowance that would put him in the top 5% of earners in Western Europe. He also had access to her bank card. She eventually bought him two motorcycles and a couple of properties in his South American country.

Two years and a few months later, they had a wedding, but he did not want to sign the prenuptial agreement, so the marriage contract was never signed; they just had the ceremony.

He originally asked for a property in the European country where he initially lived. He mostly used the money he received to send it to his family in South America.

He eventually never managed to acquire this final property, and he never signed the prenuptial agreement.

The gravy train ended when the maid took a picture of the guy smashing some younger broad in one of his properties in the Latin American country he was originally from. The maid sent the info to his "wife" and managed to get a pay-off.

When asking my date if the wealthy widow knew he was only after his money, she replied:

"Deep down, I think she knew it, but she paid him to keep the illusion running long enough until the reality check came in."

"Amusing, isn't it? She syphoned the money from a rich guy to eventually drip-feed it to a brokie"

"Karma, I suppose"

We eventually left, having had a cordial evening with pleasant conversation.

Got at least a good story from the evening, so all in all, not too bad.

Lessons:

The more a woman loves you, the more she will be willing to spend on you.
Sex does not matter as much as her willingness to give away what she values, not what the man values.
The first love is usually the most genuine one before pivoting into hunting cash cows.
The dynamic of the Western Woman stealing from Paul to give it back to Francisco is the Western and Female Equivalent of the Gringos showering South American women with money, who then send it back to the Favelas for their families and broke lovers with $200 to their name.
The more she likes you, the less you will have to lie; the more she will do that on your behalf.
In a modern world, money spent is equivalent to love credits spent.
Whether it is sex, freedom, or money, the more you have to work for it, the less she likes you, and the more you will eventually pay on the backend. Just asked the dead second husband.