I wake up groggy. My door is unlocked, and the other side of my bed is empty. I kick myself, and I so want to kick that douche for sneaking out in the morning. There must be thousands of food packets lying around, and the man from last night looked like he had never had anything decent to eat as I looked at him gorging himself on all the snacks he had ordered from my account.
Who says no to free food?
My objective to re-join the gym was simple. I had already paid the owner for the coming months, and there were a few men that could make up for the feeling that was lost in my life, ever since Dave started dating. But the last two encounters that I have had turned out to be disappointing. One started playing some dumb games on his phone as soon as the intercourse was done, and this one spent all his time eating and then sneaking out in the morning. Somehow, this makes me feel lonelier than before.
