I want to do message chat with sexy girls
’ I told him, and he said he was staying at a hotel with family 10 minutes’ drive away.
‘The lobby is cool to start with.’ That way I could leg it if he seemed like he was hiding a hammer in his jacket. I can get you a cab if you want.’ ‘Sure,’ I said, pulling on some decent clothes. Fortunately, the journey was short, and Rob said he was waiting outside the hotel having a smoke. ‘200 and something,’ he said, walking to the minibar.
I can’t believe I’m admitting this, but sometimes…*takes a deep breath* this means I’ll want sex. That way I don’t have to pretend I’m interested in some guy’s travel photos or his mate’s pet cat or the totally amazing gap yah he took where he chilled with some monks.
OK, so this method was hardly going to attract gentlemen. I immediately ruled this guy out, but messaged him back anyway.
However, if you’re not really a funny person then don’t force it. What if he tied me to the bed, Christian Grey style, then ran away and left me there? ‘Your uh, friend has been texting me,’ the driver said, smirking. For God’s sake man, did I have ‘I’m down to fuck’ written on my forehead or something? They might have called it ‘ambience’ but I felt like I was in a Dickens novel. I wasn’t going to rush off to meet a stranger and lock myself in a room with him. OK so I’ll message you when I’m there and when I get home.’ I mean, I wasn’t about to let myself get abducted. Ten minutes later, I slid into the cab and we were off. Besides, the lobby was super dark with random lamps scattered around. Luxury shower gels and conditioners lined the wall alongside plush towels. And all this took was asking a few strangers if they were down to fuck. His response to what my friend christened The DTF Method was a simple ‘sure’ followed by an exchange of numbers and a Whatsapp chat. ‘I just figured I may as well cut the bullshit.’ ‘That’s fair. ‘Shall I get us a room or do you want to drink in the hotel lobby first?