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Come in really close. God forbid anyone hears. So… sometimes I have a sex drive. And… oh god. So the other week I was pondering the amount of time I waste in small talk and pointless conversations with Tinder matches. Then a lightbulb clicked on above my head. But what would I say? It had to be short, simple, and to the point. OK, so this method was hardly going to attract gentlemen.
What did I expect? I immediately ruled this guy out, but messaged him back anyway. Messages from a match on Tinder for the DTF method. Um, hello. I need the D now, not next week. Ding ding ding. I scrolled through his photos. Lush hair. Cheeky tattoo. I sent a friend one of his photos. A new guy popped up. Rob sounded promising. He was willing to pay for a room?
I kept a level head. What if he tied me to the bed, Christian Grey style, then ran away and left me there? I messaged my friend. This is actually happening. I legged it down the street with Google Maps as my aide, while the cab driver spammed me with calls to ask if I was there. I cringed. Fortunately, the journey was short, and Rob said he was waiting outside the hotel having a smoke. I jumped out, and there he was. I chattered away, sizing him up as I went. He seemed normal enough.
We headed inside and got a few drinks. Before too long, I decided we were probably safe to move up to a room. Besides, the lobby was super dark with random lamps scattered around. Using the DTF Method brought with it a few surprises. The shower was bigger than my bathroom. Luxury shower gels and conditioners lined the wall alongside plush towels. The bed was covered in fancy cushions. We sat and talked for a while. Got to know each other, had a few drinks. Much easier than waiting for someone to send a dodgy GIF on Tinder then unmatch you for no reason.
Before too long, things escalated. Without turning this into erotica, we moved from kissing to pretty much everything else. It was going well, until…. I stared after him as he wandered into the bathroom and started shouting down the phone. What just happened? After a few minutes, he came back out. What the shit was this? I sat motionless for a few seconds, then burst out laughing. I mean, how else was I meant to respond? This was some weird shit! This dude had issues. I mean, who forgets about a flight?
Or, if this was an excuse, it was the worst one ever. I waited another few minutes. This is bullshit. DTF method. I jumped out of bed and started throwing my clothes on. I was not hanging around. Clearly this guy was not coming back. I looked at the posh bathroom and briefly considered trashing the t in an act of rebellious defiance, then thought better of it. Which, you know, weird. But it might have been legit. I was about to pay for my ride home, but that was it. Finished up. I had.
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