Why Take a Chance? - $60 (hayward / castro valley)
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Like everyone else, I felt we were a perfect couple. It was such a relief to have found the one for me. I never liked meeting new men all the time. Between the dating apps, introductions from friends, and trying to think of new ways to meet someone, it was all starting to feel, well, predatory. I had enough of being independent and alone. I wanted to feel connected.
After over a year together I loved the feeling of permanence. Maybe I was so satisfied I missed the messages that I would have quickly picked up on a few years earlier.
There was the time he borrowed my laptop and returned it a few minutes later with a post from Craigslist on the screen. I paid no attention to the picture of the heater for waxing.
And then it went completely over my head when he made such a point of insisting that if we ever got a dog it would have to be a Mexican hairless.
I never would have guessed that he would have chosen her silky smooth body over my size two and two-hundred-thousand dollar a year income from my job as a software development engineer at Amazon. But apparently that is his value system. Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men.
So now that trollop has my man. And no doubt the shameless harlot waxes everything, and everywhere.
And he had the nerve to tell me that she has the same model of wax heater that was displayed on my laptop when he returned it. As if that weren't enough he also had to mention that the heater in the Craigslist post was priced at less than half what that tramp he is with had paid when she bought one from Amazon.
Lying here, alone, in bed, I keep asking myself over and over, why didn't I get that wax heater. It was a lousy sixty bucks; less than I spend when I go out to lunch. And, Hell, who knows, I might have been able to get it with an offer of fifty bucks.
If I had any idea of what would happen I never would have taken the chance. Now it's too late.