Few years ago, around this very magical Christmas time.
**Sleigh bell sound effect…**
I got straight fucked up.
After a 5-year relationship ended the worst way possible, I became a shell of a man who weakly shot down his friends’ many attempts at helping him rebound. No I hate strip clubs. Yeah she’s hot. Whatever. I wasn’t feeling wanted or worthy. I was in a bad, bitter place. Some of these girls I’ve hazily met before somewhere, and as pretty and sweet as they were, my low self-esteem became a chastity belt.
The farthest I went was taking out my friend’s cousin because she’s the one who approached me herself. Well, via IG message. And seeing her profile pic jolted my libido—her carefree blond hair waving at the windy beach while she covered her shy smile next to a friend… It was cute. And she had one where she posed in a skimpy Sky Blue bikini that struggled to curtain all of her, and you had this feeling that someone told her to ‘look hot’ and she felt embarrassed showing off her obviously built hips and slim stomach.