What happened last week just confirms again that most of you guys here in Cincinnati are pigs.
I thought he was different. Roger was so attentive to me in the bar, buying me drinks, telling me I was beautiful, holding my hand – all the stuff that I like. Yep, fell for it – hook, line and whatever.
Back at my place we went at it hot and heavy. I gotta say he was damn good in bed. He banged me three times.
After the sex, we held each other for a little bit and when I say that, maybe a minute. Then good old Roger put his clothes back on and said he had to go to the bathroom.
I kept waiting for him to come back. I waited and I waited.
Good old Roger didn’t go to the bathroom. He simply left. He didn’t say goodbye, didn’t get my phone number – nothing.
I guess he got what he wanted, namely between my legs. As for me, after all the sex, we didn’t even smoke a cigarette together.
- Carol Walters
(Photo found on Mr. Google)