Female silhoutte with only hair showing
ontwerpplus @ flickr
(via everystockphoto.com)

The year was 2003, sometime in July I think. I was still running my restaurant then. I had a little bit of savings, but most of the money at the time went into the business, even the profits. How I was so generous with a person whom I had only known for a few months still irritates me till this day. Nonetheless, it was a good lesson.

How did it happen?

I had known her through a mutual friend. I was immediately impressed with her. She dressed well, and she worked for the Pierucci Fashion chain. Or so I thought. She liked to party and was fun to be around in a nightclub. She liked to dance and she was sexy and vivacious.

I was at a stage of my life where I just wanted to have fun when I’m off work. Though the business was good, it was stressful as you can imagine. She would come out whenever I’d call her to come out; she’d buy me drinks and dance with me in a way that boosted my ego. Add to this that I was single, at the time I was very beguiled by her feminine charm and company.

I liked being with her even though there weren’t any feelings involved, sexual or romantic. When she asked me for $400 I didn’t think twice about it. Just so you can see how stupid I was, a few weeks before that my car was broken into while I was out with her. So I was already out of pocket a couple of hundred of dollars to cover the insurance excess.

That $400 was a lot of money to me then but I was willingly giving it to her. She had said that she will pay me back a month later, and I think you can guess what happened next. A month went by without any phone calls or me seeing her. I tried calling but she’d never answer my calls or messages.

When I finally got her, she said she’ll “definitely” give me the money in another week’s time. This went on for a few more weeks before I realised that I’m not going to get my money back again. And I found out later that I wasn’t alone. Another mutual friend of ours said she suffered the same, though her lost was a dress that she had loaned her.


Perth being the size it is, I had bumped into her a few times after that. Her thick-skin and brazenness were quite unbelievable. She’d talk to me like nothing had happened, hugged me a few times and even grabbed my phone once to key in her number.

It’s my new number. We should catch up more again!

Pfft. Of course not. Think I’m stupid? ;)

The moral of my story: friends and money do not mix well, much less with acquaintances.