23h30 at the brothel
I thought I’d finally met a nice guy who’d appreciate me, but I’m already heartbroken
I feel so stupid
what was I thinking?
He was olive-skinned (Afrikaans but with perfect English )
A bit chubby, but a good chest, big cock, loves to dance….and a bachelor.
We’d clicked so well
Really wanted to spend time together!
He said he wanted to take me out dancing!
I drank too much, having such a great time at the bar with him
After our hour together, he asked if I’d really give him my number
but then he didn’t even take it
Just wanted to see if I’d give it, like all the others.
(at best, they contact me just to try and get a freebie.)
I feel like crying
Future-faked!
Maybe not on purpose, though.
I think after the sex, faced with the prospect of returning to the bar outside, he remembered what job I had to go back to, and knew he couldn’t possibly date me.
And it’s true.
God I feel so lonely again
How can I still be so naive?
