Quote Originally Posted by manjuice333 View Post
Hi All,

First, sorry that I have not posted many reviews, hopefully the reasons for that will become clear. I just have to get this off my chest, somehow, if it is at all possible.

I’ve been secretly punting for years. Secretly, because I’m married with 3 young kids.

Anyway, I’ve had it all, hot, not-so-hot, high end, low end blah blah... This has been going on for eleven years I must have been with easily over 70 women, maybe more than 100 lost count. It was an addiction I had developed, one I wanted to be rid of.

In all this time I have not developed feelings for any of them even though with some I had good chemistry and very much enjoyed them. I thought I was immune to catching feelings, until recently.

I met this young Japanese ML and only saw her twice but I was smitten hard, like seriously considering the option of leaving my poor family. I do stress the words ‘considering’ and ‘option’. I found myself missing and yearning to see her. Feelings I have not felt in Probably 15 years.

I was going to see her today and planning on getting her contact details, which I believe I would have been successful in doing as I could tell she really liked me too. I was planning this for fear that the shop would be closed down and she’d return to Japan. Well they were open till just now and I had a bad feeling which was confirmed when they told me they’re closing indefinitely. I will probably never see her again, which is good for my marriage, I suppose lol

My heart has been rent asunder. I wandered the streets near the shop vainly hoping that our paths might cross but it was not to be.

Just as I thought I was beyond romantic feelings, I also thought I was beyond romantic heartbreak, but I can now feel its painful sting, rather acutely.

I really don’t think I can ever punt again, which is a good thing I suppose.
manjuice my man

you have sympathy from more than half of this forum members, who all have been on the same boat, including myself lol

don't be upset, let's all gather for a group hug, share our stories, cry on each other shoulders...
...and let coronavirus kill us all