animalefelice Dear, I am a forty year old unmarried, celibate indeed, and I am a waiter in a gay club.
This does not mean that I is gayo of nature, but this work would preclude many relationships.
Let me explain why:
when I meet a woman that I like and you start to talk, I tell you what I do and where, here in her eyes begin to read questions and concerns ... if, for case, wearing work clothes (actually a bit 'frills and multicolor ... but it is the uniform imposed by the employer) will further complicate things and never get even the second round. It 'frustrating.
goes without saying that I always go blank even if sex is not for me the main purpose of my courtship, are a serious and I would like to marry. In terms
male friends, however, I have a mess. At work all love me, too. I say they are cute, some even stretching their hands but I do not too appropriate, because the pay is quite good.
I must say that the court make me some ... in a sense I am pleased because it means not to be discarded, no?
Yet women ... nada de nada.
Now I wonder ... I begin to have some age, weighs on me to live alone and do not find anyone when I return home ... that is the case for changing points of view and philosophy of life?
It would be a leap in the dark because I do not know if love could never completely, hopelessly in a man as a companion of my life ... there is something in all this too, in addition to the gulliver and hairy chest, it's like a stopgap, a solid late-season ... I'm torn and confused.
Therefore I ask your help. Could you suggest me to change jobs or, at least, local exchange, but 'sti times is hard, not to mention here that I pay well and doubling even with tips. Then
I thought ... put my photo on your blog, perhaps someone like me and you take last chance ... before ...
Hello and thank you.
Cinderella
Cinderella sleeping in the room where he works (the one with the leopard thong)
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