TMI Tuesday – 28th September 2021

Money can’t buy happiness, but can it buy you love? Real all about it in this week’s TMI Tuesday.

Disclaimer: This post mentions topics involving consensual sexual violence. Not suitable for individuals under eighteen years of age. Reader discretion is advised.

Hello Twisties,

It’s an action-packed Tuesday afternoon, but there’s still some time for TMI Tuesday. I’m ready to go, are you?

What Is TMI Tuesday?

TMI Tuesday is a series of questions generated by TMI Tuesday Blog. It is a great way to meet other bloggers and to share some personal thoughts and experiences. It is important to remember that there are no right or wrong answers to these questions, only the answers of the author –  and that’s part of what makes this tag so awesome! 

How To Play TMI Tuesday

Copy the below TMI Tuesday questions to your webspace (i.e., a blog). Answer the questions there, then leave a comment below, on this blog post, so we’ll all know where to read your responses. Please don’t forget to link to tmituesdayblog from your website!

Send Me Your Questions!

Do you have something you’ve been itching to ask? Maybe something food-related, something a little bit kinky or something completely random? Have fun with it, then be sure to check back next Tuesday for my answer!

1. What is the most expensive thing you have purchased that was not worth the price?

Probably my Alexa Show 5 or my Google Nest Hub. They cost about £90 apiece and they just don’t work like you’d think/imagine they would. You can’t just set them up, you still need the app on your phone (Alexa/Google Home) so you can never really have the home-control hub like I wanted. Instead, my own mobile phone IS the home control hub – that was so not what I wanted to achieve!

2. Has money ever ruined a relationship for you?

Yes! 100%, okay no, but kinda, maybe? Basically, the story goes like this: I met a guy, an established author no less (I’m not naming names here!) and he wanted a D/s relationship with me. Hey, why not? Give it a go, right? So we met up.

We decided on the pub – or one of the pubs – in my village, but a thunderstorm broke out so I was waiting for him (yep, I was waiting for him!).in the Co-op store instead. He turns up, clocks me and he holds out his arms as if to say “come hug me! Here I am”. I looked at him and he’s wearing a smart dark grey suit and black polished leather loafers on a casual pub date. A bit strange, no? But okay.

We got on okay but didn’t really hit it off. He was all about publishing, how successful he was and how much money he had, he also looked at me and treated me like the new toy that he’d just purchased. Still, me being young and naïve, I agreed to a relationship because hey, now I have a Dom! It didn’t matter that we didn’t have a safeword and hadn’t done a checklist (big red flags right there!), at least I finally had a Dom.

Sometimes, he made me feel really uncomfortable. His attitude was basically “you’re poorer than me, so therefore you’re more stupid, too” and I let him get away with that. He liked to remind me how rich he was, how he would spoil me to the best things if I did as I was told and punish me if I said no, for example, by leaving me tied naked in front of the floor-to ceiling windows (with the curtains open) in his apartment while he went out shopping or with his friends, even if we’d never talked about it before. His favourite punishment of all was to have me apply toothpaste to my clit, followed by clothespegs. He never once asked me if it was too much for me and me being young and naive, I just assumed that this was the right way – the BDSM right way.

The piece de resistance was the day he told me to let him know if my bustier, more attractive friend ever becomes available. I realised then that I was effectively just the proverbial stepping stone and the link to the object of his true desires, so I kicked his sorry ass to the curb. Of what I understand, she took him on in a sugar Daddy-style arrangement for a few weeks before leaving him for someone else. Oh, that? That’s karma, motherfucker!

3. What is a cheap thing you own that just makes you SO happy?

My fluffy blankets. They cost about £15 each and I just… I have a beige one for snuggling in front of the TV, and then there’s the black one… 😏

4. What is the most toxic quality about you?

The most? Ugh… probably my competitive streak. I have a need to win. I’m not a sore loser as such, but I am a bad match for a poor winner. My brother once taught me how to play poker, thrashed my ass at it (so many rules!) then was just really smug about it and said to me “chin up, sis, it’s just a game!”, which of course, kind of flipped me over the edge! I wasn’t angry or violent but I was really withdrawn and cold and I just said that I had no interest in learning it anyway, which come to think, still probably wasn’t the most tactful way of handling my feelings…

5. Why do you not like to talk about money?

I think money is such a private matter, and you know, we’ve long used it as a kind of yardstick to compare the attractiveness of people. Think of ‘The Triple Six Standard” for example. For me, that rule just doesn’t apply, here’s why:

If you’re taller than me (I’m 5’5, so it’s not that hard!), that’s attractive. 5’9-5’11? You’re taller than my Dad was, and that’s kind of hot. For me, taller than six foot starts getting a bit intimidating and therefore slightly unattractive – sorry, tall lads!

Six figure bank account? Take a note of my story up above. Basically, I’d rather it if you’re not big ballin’! There’s something oddly attractive about a man who can take a bunch of white-label ingredients and turn out a good meal. Forget about grilled asparagus hearts and foie gras, I’m more of a sausages, mash and red onion gravy kinda lady. I like food that I know. but, you know, maybe cooked differently, or maybe something else in their range. Basically, food that I can always afford to put on the table; if I can do my weekly food shop for the same price as one ingredient, I don’t want it on my plate. I grew up poor, I didn’t taste proper ham until I was seven years old, so I don’t care for grandiosity now. For me, expensive foods are often just for show and the people who serve and enjoy them are often pretentious and drab (sue me ;P ) . Thanks all the same, but I much prefer good conversation to good food. I know how to cook, I cook white-label and I’ve turned out some crowdpleasers too boot. If I can do it, so can you.

Bonus: What is the craziest thing you have done for love?

I walked like… about 2 miles in pouring rain? And over terrain that is not exactly known for being safe for solo females. Basically, I got off of the bus too early and I just thought “aight, power walk it”. He needed my help, so I did what I had to do!

Oh, I did my first ever solo train trip from Truro to Bristol Temple Meads in the name of love as well, four hours alone at night on the train. Basically, I was bored on a family vacation and preferred being at home with him, so I bought my ticket and off I went! What can I say? Love makes you do very funny things…

Oh, and in case you’re wondering? Yes, he did meet me at the train station.

With roses.

That’s it from me for this TMI Tuesday! Join me next week for the next round!

Until next time,

Stay safe & have fun,

Helen xx

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