“Thank you very much, Mr. XXX In it, a square-jawed middle-aged man with short, dark hair and bulging muscles smiled for the camera. “Hi! “Uhh, now?” I said with pathetic uncertainty. I asked around online, and was recommended a place about an hour and a half away; A little “massage parlor” called “Silver Crescent Massage”. I looked up at the wall to my right and saw a photo framed there. I could hear the faint sounds of what I assumed was a TV on the other side of it. And remember what I said about those insoles. “Uhh, now?” I said with pathetic uncertainty. My 21st birthday came and went with little fanfare. Finally, the opportunity presented itself. I cranked my truck and pulled out my phone. “Uhh, hi,” I replied, my mind reeling as I shook his hand limply, “I think there might have been a mistake.”
“I’m sorry? This lack of experience or prospects, especially romantically and sexually, put me in a pretty dark place.
