Project 10 Billion

Funny how one like myself in this case could develop, see, play, imagine, scenario, fantasize how a well planned/thought out, what I call an “epqcounter” would happen then everything is turned upside down different.

On the way to the beer store yesterday, first time in a over a month to go purchase some brew. A lonely mans best friend. Had three or four bottles of that $10 “Kelly’s” wine within the past month.  The usual great tasting beer (Red Bull) was not so good. I might have been the only good customer keeping the supply fresh. I drink it anyway, nothing is wasted.

-I crossed path with a hungry looking young lady. First of all let me tell you about my earlier in the day events. Yesterday morning in the middle hours of the morning I had a craving for a nice chunk of meat. Real meat, not the usual process stuff I normally buy myself/eat. Went to Food Basics (Gerrard Square) and found they had a whole bunch of end cut ribs at a much reduced price. Better then the fat laden pork roasts that were on special. Best before today or tomorrow with eight dollars off! Nice roast for just over $10!

The only thing wrong with it was that I had no one to enjoy it with. Make an A1  roast, onions, carrots and baked potatoes with sour cream to boot. It was a 9.5 out of ten  meal for me. A real treat. The nose came out well done and the body inner was medium well. It was excellent as both areas just melted in ones mouth, little or no grissle and succulent to the taste. No salt needed, it was inserted with some garlic and the outside peppered all around before inserting into the pre-heated oven. A masterpiece.

Looking at her I knew that she was hungry. We’ve crossed path met before. She had actually dropped by once. Late twenties, scrawny coke/heroine/crack user body. Meat and fats all over her body in a Jerk meat state. An under nourished short changed child soldier. My invite was precise “I have a good meal cooking,  join me?”. Well, this addicted street prostitute wanted sex after the fine meal we shared. I said that it was not part of the deal and had to throw her out after she started to demand money for the sex we did not have!

Last time she stole a lighter I had in the washroom (used for candle). This time she stole the one I use for my incense along with five TTC tokens. Gave her some money to go buy some popcorn. She ended up leaving with it unopened, we never opened it. The same kind a young gent behind me at the cash had at No Frills yesterday when I bought two baking potatoes. Should buy a bag and see why people like them. @ $2 close or more I do not treat myself to such luxuries. My popcorn is a three packaged box, Theatre Style, $1.99.  Real deep/rich in fat and then I cover it with a pickle flavoured salt. I attack my mouths skin and nerve receptors. Had a couple of beers during and after meal. She tried on a pair of $2 sun glasses I have on the TV. Fit her well. She could definitely model and says she sometimes does. At one point she asked if I wanted to make a porn with her! Nah! I replied.

I had such a nice composition/story when I got up this morning. now it is not as good!

At first her humane side showed up. I could have been an act or coy. Her way of cooing or purring up to a potential, fool/mate/target for her art. Prostitution. I really enjoyed that humane side, she was really nice. Then after like she was eating or inhaling some funny popcorn or something,  her animal side seemed to take over. She said that she was going to rape me twice. After noticing my eyes and body reaction she knew that I  was stronger then her and feared her not at all. Looking for my gold. My clean body and whatever other money she could get to handle her addiction. Kept a good watch on my cell phone, wallet.

So much burned, damaged, scorched areas of her body. Heart, mind, body and soul. Abuse of boys, pretend men, men and an unfair system. Kept on putting or raising the volume on a movie she chose to watch (SwordFish) real/too loud for my liking.  At my age if she is still alive she will certainly be needing some hearing aids. She could become my first epqpolice but first she must stop her addictions. With that she could easily make epqmodel and or epqnun.

Her one hour meal or when before she became/turned animal, with me had become my epqcounter. I scheduled her for another next meeting in six months, September.  Did not tell her, she does not know, may never. Black, frizzy hair, skinny, one hundred pounds, nice teeth smile face, late twenties, addict, studied business she said. Showed her my material possessions around me and mentioned that I would like to put everything for sale on line. Kind of asking her if she wanted the/a job. Claimed to be good with puters!

A real epqcounter may have been or would/may have been too embarrassing to her. Knowing what men like want and/or desire and what she had was no where close to par.

She said that she was a poor black child! I was tempted to reply. “I was a poor French child!” under the influence and control of a Capitalistic, Many Religion , English American British Jewish Chinese Italian business (legal and not) lost scared confused short cheated parents and pseudo leaders & the too wealthy environments. (not in that order).

Have laundry in the dryer. Forgot to look at the time or notice/register.

Had two more hopefuls for an epqcounter. One just quashed/crashed this morning. Another scammer. Invited to treat me to dinner! Then she replies as Fallsview casino! She is now out of the picture. So I have one Korean young lady who said that she would treat me or take me out to dinner once she gets a full time job.

Five or six advertising on CraigsList over the past month in the “Man Seeking Woman” and Room to Share/Rent, and all there seems to be are thieves and con artists. I just direct them on to Project10Billion.com site or epqanna word. So many Tagged scammers cheats.

We now have as well, Casino Bunnies!

KingGDerome

-Later in day-

Rest assured that I did not even come close to exchanging a breath with this street person let alone anything else. She also claimed that she knew how to cook but from what I saw I wonder what she could cook! She did not like the sight of the slice of beef I cut her so she threw it in a frying pan. First she did not wait till the oil was hot. Then she also threw in all of the vegetables and then proceeded to cut the steak in the Teflon frying pan. Do not scratch my pan! Once scratched it has to be thrown out. In one ear out the other! She did not even try the meat first before saying she could not eat it.  Then she left the plate full of leftovers where as mine had one little piece of gristle.  Meat in Africa or tropics have to be cooked fast and well done as to avoid the spread of bacteria. So all of her life may have been exposed or used as a rule of thumb, do not eat pink or red meat!  Food I talk about here.