Here’s the deal, folks… At first, it’s this savage, burning urge to bang a chick—you dive into the game, chase her down, and seal the deal. But the second you’ve hit it, poof, the thrill’s gone. You’re just waving her off, sending her packing with a “see ya.” Then, boom, the hunt’s back on, craving that next conquest to scratch the itch. It’s a wild rush of fresh vibes on one hand, but deep down, there’s this nagging pull for something steady. Problem is, nothing sticks, nothing grabs me.

I’ve already racked up over 130 names in my personal “fuck log.” Got a whole damn archive in the cloud with their pics—could practically map out Moscow, marking every district and zone where I’ve laid down my game with these ladies.

So, what’s the play here? Keep screwing around without a care in the world? Or should I actually try to hunt down “the one” and settle this restless beast?
#playerlife #hookups #relationshipstruggle #moscowmap

P21. I’m grinding away at a car repair shop, elbow-deep in grease. Was changing oil for this chick, and damn, she caught my eye. We swapped digits, and soon enough, I rolled up to her place straight from the shop for a movie night. She mentioned living solo, so we cracked open some beers, and shit got wild fast.
By the way, she had these two yapping Chihuahuas, annoying as hell, barking their tiny heads off. And right in the middle of the action, those demon dogs go absolutely berserk, shrieking through the whole damn apartment. Then I hear it—a key turning in the lock.
A shadowy figure looms in the hallway. It’s her freakin’ grandpa. The old man instantly smells trouble, spotting my grimy-ass slippers smeared with engine oil. “What the fuck, who’s this filthy bastard you dragged in now?” he booms, his voice shaking the walls.
Next thing I know, I’m tossed out on my ass, half-drunk, stumbling back home. I deleted her number, and now I’m torn.
🤣 - Swing by her place again and keep the chaos going.
😐 - Screw it, ghost her, and hunt for someone new.
#drama #wtf #awkward #hookups