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Originally Posted by OldYeller
I would have if she'd put down her phone and concentrated on me for a minute or two. She made calls and texted, so I figured it wasn't time yet. She also never smiled, giving me more of a glare. None of that inspired me to get naked.
I wasn't sad to pick up my money and leave with a boner it was just bad communications and bad chemistry.
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Fuck off lol If I had put my phone down?
My phone died. It sat on the charger over 10min.
10 awkward minutes.
I picked it up again right after (which if mods allow I can post a cropped time-stamped screenshot) I said I had another appt soon so we needed to get started and that I would only have time for a hh not full hour anymore. I texted him at 11:03 to say fml I didn't think I could make it at noon. At 11:05 I texted him back giving him an explanation to why I couldn't make his appt on time. Honestly, I think you only came in because you thought I was gonna just let you slide in on the fly session. You where already making faces when I'd shut the bedroom room. You used the bathroom twice. I made A phone call. Uno singular not plural. A phone conversation you heard Between that person and I which I made it a point to say out loud that I would be busy with an appt for hour then another at noon. Which is why him and I agreed to picking up that prop early morning instead. That phone call is time-stamped at 10:46am and was 1 minute 19 sec long. My phone sat left alone on the charger from the minute Nard and I hung up until I picked it up at 11:03 to text the noon appt.(again if mods allow I'll post the time-stamped screenshot) YET you just sat there, On the massage table that's was ready to use. I even turned the heat up thinking maybe that's why you still hadn't taken off your coat. The glare part is bullshit. It was more of an awkward why the fuck is he still sitting there kind of look. And Im always smiling and laughing... Mainly at the retarded shit posted on this board.
Pretty fucking dramatic for just a fucking hand job.
This shit storm is six fucking pages long.
SIX FUCKING PAGES.
You don't need inspiration, You need a fucking hug. Just don't look over here bc I'm not going to do it. Lol
Stop crying, tuck your bottom lip back in and LET IT GO.
You'll be alright.
hehe or we talking formal wear?? Tight is good yes sir 
