Five years ago, that night, I was hugging the slim waist of my new girlfriend and talking about the dreams of life. I said I wanted to marry her, but she asked me what I had to offer for our marriage? I looked at myself, indeed, I had nothing. I told her, although I have nothing, I have a sincere heart and an ambitious heart. But she said it was not enough. She asked if I had a car? I shook my head. She asked if I had a house? I shook my head again. She asked if I had an annual salary of one hundred thousand? I still shook my head. The brave warrior's head was almost broken by shaking. I smiled and told her: "Baby, these are not important, at this moment, I only want... your first time." As a result, she got angry and pushed me away, telling me that she would leave her virginity to the person she married. Unless I had a car, a house, an annual salary of more than ten thousand, and could afford servants in the future, don't even think about marrying her. I listened, and suddenly had an inexplicable anger: "What do you do every day? Just dress well and go shopping?" She retorted: "You're such a loser~" I got even angrier and couldn't help saying: "Your virginity is really worth money, can be exchanged for a life as a rich housewife." She kicked me down and shouted loudly: "I'm not a prostitute!!"
Three years ago, that night, a colleague from the personnel department, 32C, asked me if I wanted to go to a bar. I agreed. At the door, she told me that it was polite for men to pay the bill. In the bar, she wanted to drink foreign liquor, and similarly, men should show politeness. After leaving the bar, I drove her for a drive, then we went straight to a star-rated hotel. She said, this one is good, this bed is big and comfortable. It was indeed very nice, I had a pleasant and enjoyable experience. That night, I spent a total of 1600. A week later, I wanted to find her again, but this time to save money, I wanted to bring her to my bed. She said, this is not possible, because to be with her, we must go to the high-end hotel we went to last time. I said, how about this, I'll give you the money in cash, you come to my place and we do it, my bed is also big and comfortable. As a result, she got angry because she said: "Sorry, I'm not a prostitute."
Two years ago, that night, my friend and I went to a familiar nightclub again. The young mama-san was younger than me, after coming here so many times, everyone got familiar, so I took her out in the second half of the night. After finishing, I gave her the money, and she accepted it. I said: "As a prostitute, you are very professional, because I felt very comfortable." As a result, she got angry and slapped my right cheek, asking: "What did you say I am?" I touched my slightly hot cheek in surprise: "Isn't that?" She said: "Of course not, because I only do it with customers I like." Then she said: "Don't treat me as a prostitute."
A year ago, that night, bored and broke, I went online to find an MM for a friendship cannon. After meeting up, I found out that she was prettier in person than in her photos. We went to soak in hot springs, went for a drive, ate Hong Kong style dim sum, and finally opened a room. All expenses were split fifty-fifty. She said, men should be generous, but all the expenses shouldn't be paid by men, that's unfair. I thought this woman was a bit different. Three days later, she asked if I wanted insurance, and I thought about it for a long time. As a result, that night she came to my place, helping me on my bed, but she also placed the insurance policy on my bedside table. At the moment when reason and desire were battling fiercely, I finally signed the indenture. A month later, she told me on MSN that she had quit her job and wanted to open a small clothing store. She asked me to take out some money to help her. I told her I didn't have that much money, and she got angry, saying I didn't care about her at all. I told her, how about this, we have a long-awaited night tonight, then we can discuss slowly, okay? She said no, because she felt I didn't care about her. So I withdrew all my bank deposits, and handed over all the money to her that night. When she was happily counting the bills, I asked her: "Baby, can we undress now?" As a result, she got angry and slapped me a fiery slap, making my left cheek swell up, then loudly told me: "Don't treat me as a prostitute!!"
That day, I really went to visit a prostitute. That was a Longjing tea from West Lake, since this tea felt good, tight and fresh, I became a regular customer after trying it once. This was the sixth time I had revisited the same tea. That night, she said, she considered me a friend, so this time she would provide free service! I was shocked, although there is an old saying: "When someone treats you as a friend, if you insist on giving them money, what does that mean?" But I still thought I must pay, at most I could give a discount, how could I eat and drink for free? But she got angry when she saw me taking out money, she said, tonight she purely wanted to serve an old friend, without any thought of charging. She said, please don't treat her as a prostitute tonight, please give her a little dignity. ... Finally, she asked me to try harder. Later, I worked hard like loving my own wife, making her squeal. Afterward, while she was taking a shower, I secretly slipped some money into her bag. But she found out. She got very angry, very angry. As a result, she punched my stomach hard with her powder fists, telling me: Tonight, when I was with you, I never thought I was serving a customer, please don't treat me as someone who is selling herself, okay? And said: "Because I like you, I don't charge you, understand?" I nodded somewhat understandingly. Then she started crying: "I don't charge you... can I feel like I'm not a prostitute in front of you?" I nodded somewhat understandingly again. Then she hugged me. Silence, a very long silence. The air only heard breathing sounds. But ten minutes later her mobile phone rang, it was the supervisor calling, because the next one was urging. She wiped all her tears clean, and before leaving, she turned back and told me: "Remember, don't treat me as a prostitute."
Later, I finally understood, originally there was not a single prostitute in this world.
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