We arranged a deal. I was there to fulfill a duty and I was using you to add another experience in my life. Only to fear the act. Too scared. You held me and said that me being so vulnerable was better. (I told a friend about this later, and she called it disturbing). I loved your girl more than you- I probably would’ve been brave for you. You mad and say that the therapist agreed with you. I told you to fuck yourself and I only asked that she say something. She didn’t. She fled. I never been so glad at my overreaction before. (Even if the apathetic Internet typers agree it sucks). The worst part isn’t the pain but the embarrassment. No more men, but I’ll do a lady anytime.
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