Well, in Italy we call them Gigolos, in the DR Sanky Pankies, in the Bahamas Prostituters...
whatever....
I used to come and go to the Bahamas for almost 30 years because I loved the lonely, most beautiful beaches without too much tourists. I could go in and out whenever I wanted because there were not too much crimes on an out island with around 3000 natives living there. I had no intention to meet a male but one day it happened. A beautiful man - he was working on a roof always called me cutie, beautiful woman etc... whenever I passed the house. I thought well, this is a working guy - he might be serious. So I gave him a chance to invite me, we had a very nice time and the rendez-vous went into love (???). Since I was on sabbatical I had the oppurtunity to stay there for 6 months, went back to Austria just to take some more clothes and took the next flight to the out island. We lived in harmony (in my apartment of course but I did not realize yet that he had nothing) and he stopped to work to "spend more time with me". I felt guilty because he "gave up" everything to make my time over there beautiful. 1 year later we married and he still did not make any efforts to get a job. Well, if you don't live in the capital of the Bahamas its hard for true to find a job.
One day we were invited to shoot pool at the house one of my rich friends from Switzerland. We were betting for his boat and I won. So we pulled out the gain out of his yard and we began to make professional fishing and Langusta-diving which was amazing and we made good money. Tanny was operating the boat and a second guy was free diving and he did it good. We shared the money.... as soon as they had their money in the pocket they went to the liquor store and they weren't souber for at least 3 days and nights. I was cursing and tried to talk into Tanny's head that this is not the way of life after they did it every time after we reached the dock. My husband turned to a "professional alcoholic" - he got used to my good heart... I went back to Austria because my mother felt sick and I wanted to be near her. She recovered so I went back to the Bahamas. I did so for approx. 5 or 6 years until I found out through one of my friends in Facebook that he has another woman (a well known bitch who already had 2 children from different men of course) and must have felt love with her so bad that he did everything for her (he never did nothing for me, he never bought me anything... ). Well, since I knew (through Facebook) the he parked MY car always in front of her door I called him to ask him for the truth. He said that people are lying, they don't want to see us happy, he would never go to this bitch because she must have germs etc... but in the meantime my friend (she was working at the gasstation) sent me a picture with them together so I knew the real truth. I flew back to him and he did so as if I would be the only one (the bitch was living almost next door to us) and she did so as if she would be my friend telling me she would NEVER go into a relationship with a married man.... hahahaaaa. Back in Austria he sold my boat including traylor (without my knowlege) to be able to buy pampers for his new child (still kept telling me it's not his baby) - I should send him money so that we can finally begin to build our new house (he inherited a property) - he wanted 5,000 Dollars for the blocks. Knowing that he had no idea how to order blocks in the States I said I will see when I come back. When I was back I found out the story about my boat - I went to the buyer and to the police showing them all the papers of the boat which was on MY name and I got it BEFORE we married. Tanny had to give the money back to the guy who bought it (he had to call his father for the money because he was afraid to go into jail) and his father (an idiot in my eyes) gave it to him. Well, I think I don't need to tell you more. He tried to call me several times in Austria telling me he still loves me etc... etc.... I just told him to go back to his bitch, they stick good together. He bitch, she bitch.
Now I intend to go to the DR (the climate do me good for my hitted bones) and have read a lot about the "Gigolos". Hehe, they will wonder how I will treat them... will make them hopes and let them fall like a burnhot potatoe!
