KingOfRome
Buff Auschwitz Escapee
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Life fuel, right?
So you text her one or two days later, and she texts you back. Great, she didn't ghost you!
And when you ask if she'll join you for an iced vanilla latte at the Starbucks around the corner, she says yes!
You set up the date for tomorrow evening. Fast forward to tomorrow evening. You're at the Starbucks with your iced vanilla latte. It's 5 minutes after 1830, the time you agreed to meet. Then it's 10. 20. 30. You text your date why she's so late, but there's no response. So there you are, sitting alone at Starbucks, sipping your iced vanilla latte, staring longingly at your cell phone like the beta cuckold simp you are. 45 minutes. 60 minutes.
At 1933, 63 minutes after you agreed to meet, a voice in the back of your mind calls out to you. "It's over."
"It's over," you whisper to yourself, and you leave the Starbucks to go back home and jerk off to hentai.
You text her the next evening, asking why she didn't come. No response.
A voice in the back of your mind calls out to you. "It's over."
So you text her one or two days later, and she texts you back. Great, she didn't ghost you!
And when you ask if she'll join you for an iced vanilla latte at the Starbucks around the corner, she says yes!
You set up the date for tomorrow evening. Fast forward to tomorrow evening. You're at the Starbucks with your iced vanilla latte. It's 5 minutes after 1830, the time you agreed to meet. Then it's 10. 20. 30. You text your date why she's so late, but there's no response. So there you are, sitting alone at Starbucks, sipping your iced vanilla latte, staring longingly at your cell phone like the beta cuckold simp you are. 45 minutes. 60 minutes.
At 1933, 63 minutes after you agreed to meet, a voice in the back of your mind calls out to you. "It's over."
"It's over," you whisper to yourself, and you leave the Starbucks to go back home and jerk off to hentai.
You text her the next evening, asking why she didn't come. No response.
A voice in the back of your mind calls out to you. "It's over."