I'm chatting with one of my friends. She asks how I'm doing and what I'm up to. I tell her about my Amaluna tickets from Cirque Du SOleil. I also told her that many people I know are suggesting I should ask them out. But the ugly truth is that when I bought these tickets, I bought two. I was saying to myself: By that time you will allready have a boyfriend. I imagined Amaluna as a perfect night out. Handsome fella came over to my place with a fancy car to pick me up, have a gorgeous night out together, guy brings me back home.
None of that is about to happen. My friend tells me to look for an escort. Just a handsome guy who knows what it's like to look after a girl and have a pleasant night out with. Though I had the feeling that I failed in life I went to my friend Google and saw my fingers typing male escort. Well, they're expensive. And not 'round my age, it would have been nice to find a good looking younger man. While shutting my computer down I thought about what I could do with all that money if I was an escort.
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