Maria
Hey,ive been busy. Sorry.Anyway. im reading "eleven minutes" by Paulo Coelho.recommended by a friend. im halfway reading but i just feel that i wana write/compose something.Im writing from the point of view of an executive with a sucessful career, earning an enormous salary, trusted by everyone, with a family but is in his dilemma. What ever dilemma he's into!and he, is an often customer to a prostitute clubHere goes:
No !I know what you're thinking! but wait, WAIT!at least listen to my reason why im here.no disrespect. but im not there for sex.maria is gorgeous. beautiful, especially from the back.im a trusted, sucessful man.yet, no one could understand.no one i could rely on, or lend a hand.I walk in the club like an arrogant businessmanbut, behind the glass frame, im lonely and scared. living pretend. looking for a friend.Maria, take back your hands, i dont need it in my pantsi just wanna talk to you cause your intellectual, not like the other girlsyour replys are frank; none was to your benifits,none was dishonest. my friends and collegue think about themself first. many are liarswith you. i gotta be the part of myself that i always hide.the part where monsters are real, and pigs could fly.being with you, I could talk. and i could cry.=) ok done. going sleep now. bye
