I had just moved to Florida from my small town in Argentina and everything was new and exciting but also a bit scary but also fun. One day I was walking along the beach when I met this really cute guy from California and he had the sexiest accent I'd ever heard.

We started talking, and before I knew it, we were laughing and sharing stories about our lives. He invited me back to his place. I hesitated at first, being a virgin and not wanting to rush into anything too fast, but something about Michael made me feel safe and comfortable.

Once we got to his apartment, we kept talking and getting to know each other more and more and the more we talked, the more I felt a connection between us. Eventually, one thing led to another, and we found ourselves in his bedroom exploring each other from head to toe.

The next morning, I woke up feeling a mix of emotions. I was happy and content, but also a bit confused. As I looked around the room, I realized that Michael was nowhere to be found. I searched the apartment, but he was gone.

I tried to find him, searching online but I never found him again. I was left happy but also so annoyed with myself that someone could do that to me.