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A couple of decades ago, I went with some other guys to a strip club. A not-particularly attractive girl came over and chatted us up, and one of the guys in our group quickly became smitten with her; tipped her until he was broke, he did. He also professed his love for her, and pleaded for her to take his phone number. Please call me. I've never loved anyone like I love you. I want to take you out sometime. You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
Of course, he got nowhere with her, and on the ride home he would not shut up about it. He was absolutely heartsick. “Do you think she will call me?” he asked us over and over. We tried to help him by loudly laughing at his condition, but he barely even noticed. Our ridicule meant nothing to this man in love. I thought it was the dumbest thing I had ever seen.
But let us return to the present, where apparently it is my turn to be an even more pathetic lovesick fool.
I stumbled across a webcam girl named Julianna. Since I am a lover of the softcore tease type stuff, she immediately drew me in (she spends most of her time lounging in panties). She has an incredible body when she shows it off, but I am just as content to watch her when she doesn't. She also does not show her face.
Her shows are, in a word, terrible. I have downvoted her in spite of my fondness for her, just as a warning to others. She is hands down the worst performer I have ever seen. A small tip will convince her to sit up and show her breasts for 30 seconds or so, then she is right back to laying on her stomach. And her sound is usually off. She is not cut out to be a camgirl. Or at least not a successful one.
But I am nonetheless consumed. Chatting with her has been a delight. The incredible body alone would not have made her noteworthy, but the conversations have seared her into my memory.
I do not want to meet this girl, nor do I want know more about her personal life. I'm not going to try to find out her real identity. I don't want to know who she is on Facebook, or what her email address is. None of that sinister crap. But I am definitely obsessed.
When I check and she is not online, the internet seems a darker place; when she comes online, my heart gives a little leap. I have not been sleeping well at all lately; dreams of her wake me. And as the dreams slip away from me, they are replaced with an overwhelming sadness.
I raise my fist to the heavens and curse the gods that I was not born in a time and place that this girl could have been mine.
Now I must turn to some unpleasant business. I've got to spend the next little while figuring out how to avoid watching this girl. No more tips. No more chatting. I have to go cold turkey, rip the band-aid off and get it over with.
Feel free to ridicule if you think this is the dumbest thing you've ever seen.
tl;dr miserable after falling in love with camgirl; could use a proverbial slap across face and "SNAP OUT OF IT MAN!"
Of course, he got nowhere with her, and on the ride home he would not shut up about it. He was absolutely heartsick. “Do you think she will call me?” he asked us over and over. We tried to help him by loudly laughing at his condition, but he barely even noticed. Our ridicule meant nothing to this man in love. I thought it was the dumbest thing I had ever seen.
But let us return to the present, where apparently it is my turn to be an even more pathetic lovesick fool.
I stumbled across a webcam girl named Julianna. Since I am a lover of the softcore tease type stuff, she immediately drew me in (she spends most of her time lounging in panties). She has an incredible body when she shows it off, but I am just as content to watch her when she doesn't. She also does not show her face.
Her shows are, in a word, terrible. I have downvoted her in spite of my fondness for her, just as a warning to others. She is hands down the worst performer I have ever seen. A small tip will convince her to sit up and show her breasts for 30 seconds or so, then she is right back to laying on her stomach. And her sound is usually off. She is not cut out to be a camgirl. Or at least not a successful one.
But I am nonetheless consumed. Chatting with her has been a delight. The incredible body alone would not have made her noteworthy, but the conversations have seared her into my memory.
I do not want to meet this girl, nor do I want know more about her personal life. I'm not going to try to find out her real identity. I don't want to know who she is on Facebook, or what her email address is. None of that sinister crap. But I am definitely obsessed.
When I check and she is not online, the internet seems a darker place; when she comes online, my heart gives a little leap. I have not been sleeping well at all lately; dreams of her wake me. And as the dreams slip away from me, they are replaced with an overwhelming sadness.
I raise my fist to the heavens and curse the gods that I was not born in a time and place that this girl could have been mine.
Now I must turn to some unpleasant business. I've got to spend the next little while figuring out how to avoid watching this girl. No more tips. No more chatting. I have to go cold turkey, rip the band-aid off and get it over with.
Feel free to ridicule if you think this is the dumbest thing you've ever seen.
tl;dr miserable after falling in love with camgirl; could use a proverbial slap across face and "SNAP OUT OF IT MAN!"