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When a Lover Delivers the Goods
How a guy comes through with his package
This is a slutty story on r/adultery:
“I was ditched and I’m out of fucks. Will you come meet me for a drink?” I texted newbie potential affair partner.
I had driven to meet another guy and it was a flop. Nice guy, very handsome and sweet. But nothing. No chemistry. We fizzled and he left without doing the deed.
So, there I was in a strange city with no one to answer to. It had been so long since I had that potential for an adventure. I wasn’t wasting it.
You miss 100% of the shots you don’t take.
“I can’t. OPSEC,” he replied.
“Boo, you whore,” I texted.
“???”
Damn, he doesn’t get Mean Girl references. That’s too bad.
I headed out to open-air bars on a beautiful night. Wandering around, people-watching, and occasionally getting a drink. Feeling kind of sad and rejected wasn’t making me in the mood to be charming.
“Your city better get more fun!” I demanded via text.
“Sorry, we let you down, ma’am,” he replied.
I talked to a few people, but I was distracted by my phone.
