One for each day of the week…

How did I get to this point? Am I really asking too much? Luke with his commitment phobia. Needing to ‘find himself’. What kind of controlling bitches are in his past, I wonder. Steve with his need for no children, and now wanting to ‘try’ someone petite. Good luck! Daddy… I had high hope’s for Daddy. Though, just like the rest of them, he faded into the background. The only thing I can count on is the waitress bringing me another drink. Obviously what I’m doing isnt working and I’m almost getting desperate enough to call Ric. His dick is big and his hands work well. It’s just that orgasm face I can’t handle. Maybe if I close my eyes….

The days of giving a fuck about any of these men is over. I’m going to use them for the one thing I need, starting with that one sitting at the bar. If he looks over any more he could probably recite the words in my tattoo by memory. Too much of a pussy to come talk to me though. Must I do everything?!

“Is this seat taken?” I ask with my sweetest voice. He motions for me to sit down and offers a fresh drink. I, of course, accept. He asks me about the weather… riveting. I touch his arm and lean in and say, “I don’t normally do this, but do you want to go back to my place and fuck?” The look on his face is priceless. He pays his bill and we are on the street looking for a cab… I think I’ll call this one Thursday.

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