The thirst is real, don’t fall for it.
I met this girl on a dating app.
She seemed cool and exotic. She was nothing like any chic I ever saw. She was Cuban. Her name was Veronica. She had just turned thirty and posted beautiful photos from her trip to Paris. The photo shoot was professional and the main focus was her body.
She had a very beautiful face. Perky breasts and a butt that I would never call a BBL. She had a real small waist which led to figure eight curvy set of hips down to her butt. She could comfortably balance a glass on her butt.
From her Instagram page, I was able to figure out the type of chic she was. She loved going out to eat and hanging out with friends. All her pictures were beautiful. She had a beautiful body and wore decent clothes. I mean they were not Fashion Nova or Shein. The last couple of women I dated were Fashion Nova and Shein shoppers. I could tell which store their clothes came from because I had stared a time too many at the clothes I had to buy for my girlfriend at the time.
She was perfect. Her smiles revealed her perfect set of teeth and she seemed to laughed heartily. I could tell from the photos.
We exchanged numbers. She was eager to give me her number. In fact she requested it before I could even say anything. That was…
