About ten days ago, I was in Paris. I stayed at Marion's who took me to one of her gay friends' housewarming party. I had lots of wine, I chatted with a lot of guys, I had loads of fun... And then, people started to leave. I thought it was a shame not to find anyone although I was surrounded with such charming guys of my age. One of them came to say goodbye, and I replied I should kiss him before he goes, just for fun. I thought he would leave anyway.
We kissed and then he said goodbye to the other people, I danced devilishly again with Marion, like nothing happened.
And then he came back to tell me he changed his mind. And I thought:
Merde!So we started to get to know each other and well, he was nice and then he flashed his hairy torso and then he gave ma a vodka and then I felt very sick and then he took care of me and then this is pretty much where he got to take me to his place. Unfortunately, we were not on the same wavelength, sexually speaking. The morning after, I invented an excuse to escape asap, he asked for my number, I got on the bus and I received a message I'd rather never reply to...
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mais que disait le texto ?
Du coup, j'avais bien fait de t'appeler tôt le dimanche, moi :D
Alors que lui dire simplement ce que tu pensais arrangeait la situation.
Ah j'vous jure ces jeunes !...
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