Dear Penthouse
I never thought this could happen to me. Sitting in a restaurant with a woman I've fantanised about since high school, and now, meeting in an erotic city of beijing, I find her so boring.
The sexual attracyion must have been purely physical, but not chemical. Her mind doesn't fuck me. I had no desire to kiss this woman, even though I brought her to the one place to guarantee a little mouth to mouth.
She hadn't change one bit, sexy as ever. But if I had to take a guess, relied too heavily on her lips and glaze that she never exercised a different muscle, her XXX.
I guess gain confidence, either though knowledge or compliments, fulfills the void and tames the drive for compensation.
I had loved her, as I have all my past loves. But I realise now that I was in love with romanticised idea of her and me in highschool. And in reality, we had little in common/ lust.
This is the Dear Penthouse letter gone ary.
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