When I see you in trouble, I must help. Oh, yes, I'm that sweet, thank you.
I offered to park outside your home to watch over you because I don't want you to think that I did that to you so I can rescue you, coming into your house and see you again.
You are so sweet too wanting to see me again. Maybe I shouldn't talk about money, that I am lacking. I thought that, like in the good old days, you just hang up on me. Or in the good 2G days, your voice somehow faded, asking if I could still hear you, and then static and then cut off.
You didn't. But you told me that you have a shitty boyfriend all along since you live there and you now found a new better one. I'm happy for you but why? Am I the type who want to be your boyfriend? I'm certainly not that naive. In addition, we are totally incompatible other than just sex.
But I'm still surprised how honest you are having a boyfriend while earning extra money. It seems like a non-issue to you. But I bet waitressing is so much harder than escorting that you don't give a damn. Or is it all a lie to build a wall between us so I will not cross the border?
Anyway, we shall meet again when I have a bonus.
And I almost forget that you are an actress too. Did you do it to fool me? What a coincidence when I just published my stories that I fucked 3 girls across the Valentine week. I was desperate, being dumped by my ATF just before Valentine.
Yes, I'm not totally broke but I cannot spread myself too thin. I respect you and don't want to lowball you. If I ask I am afraid to commit. You can always come down to compete with the likes of Chanel directly. Then I don't know who to see.
But we had our moments. You are my most passionate kisser. That's a compliment even for an actress. But when I'm with you I feel like you have someone else in your mind or something else. I don't need to be your boyfriend but I need to feel that I am in a date or an illicit affair. Traveling a long way to Hollywood to fit into your schedule or someone's lunchtime doesn't cut it. Give Chanel a chance.
If I were the scriptwriter it will be after dark. I'll leave my car in a dangerous space. I'll brave the dangerous streets, the homeless, gangsters, juveniles; I do what it takes. You will leave the gate open for me to sneak in. I'll feather tap on your door when you cannot wait to open it, in your simplest and sexiest outfit. The usual model look will be super, it kills me every time, but the laundry look or the French look will be excellent for a change. And candles in you slightly hoarding living/bedroom. And romantic music from your iPhone or laptop ...
I offered to park outside your home to watch over you because I don't want you to think that I did that to you so I can rescue you, coming into your house and see you again.
You are so sweet too wanting to see me again. Maybe I shouldn't talk about money, that I am lacking. I thought that, like in the good old days, you just hang up on me. Or in the good 2G days, your voice somehow faded, asking if I could still hear you, and then static and then cut off.
You didn't. But you told me that you have a shitty boyfriend all along since you live there and you now found a new better one. I'm happy for you but why? Am I the type who want to be your boyfriend? I'm certainly not that naive. In addition, we are totally incompatible other than just sex.
But I'm still surprised how honest you are having a boyfriend while earning extra money. It seems like a non-issue to you. But I bet waitressing is so much harder than escorting that you don't give a damn. Or is it all a lie to build a wall between us so I will not cross the border?
Anyway, we shall meet again when I have a bonus.
And I almost forget that you are an actress too. Did you do it to fool me? What a coincidence when I just published my stories that I fucked 3 girls across the Valentine week. I was desperate, being dumped by my ATF just before Valentine.
Yes, I'm not totally broke but I cannot spread myself too thin. I respect you and don't want to lowball you. If I ask I am afraid to commit. You can always come down to compete with the likes of Chanel directly. Then I don't know who to see.
But we had our moments. You are my most passionate kisser. That's a compliment even for an actress. But when I'm with you I feel like you have someone else in your mind or something else. I don't need to be your boyfriend but I need to feel that I am in a date or an illicit affair. Traveling a long way to Hollywood to fit into your schedule or someone's lunchtime doesn't cut it. Give Chanel a chance.
If I were the scriptwriter it will be after dark. I'll leave my car in a dangerous space. I'll brave the dangerous streets, the homeless, gangsters, juveniles; I do what it takes. You will leave the gate open for me to sneak in. I'll feather tap on your door when you cannot wait to open it, in your simplest and sexiest outfit. The usual model look will be super, it kills me every time, but the laundry look or the French look will be excellent for a change. And candles in you slightly hoarding living/bedroom. And romantic music from your iPhone or laptop ...
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