This happened about a month ago. It all started when I saw this guy that was in my city for the weekend. He is in the entertainment industry, and he is currently on tour. I matched with one of his crew earlier that week, so I already knew how long they were going to be in my city and so on.. We matched and I sent him the first message, asking for a meet up. He said yes, but that he is free either early in the morning, before noon. Or after 11-12pm. While I was deciding whether to go that night, or wake up early the next day, I matched with ANOTHER guy(B). He asked me out for drinks and dinner the next day and I said yes.

So the next day, I couldn’t wake up early, not even to fuck, because let me tell you something: this guy (A) is a SOLID 10. Tall, handsome, athletic, perfect body, charming, etc. So he was worth it.

That night, when I left for my date with guy B, I knew there was a <2% probability to meet guy A, because last night he texted me around 2:30am, and I was already asleep, and I didn’t want to go to my date with B, then home, then to the hotel. So I had a lovely date: tbh I went because I was bored, no plans, but I ended up liking this and seeing some potential. The thing was that he doesn’t live in my city, but comes every month or so. At the end of the date, he asked me to come to his hotel room. I declined because I liked him, and I know how clingy i could be if I mess with guys I like. (not to mention, i was physical ready to have sex: inclusijg a new set of lingerie). I kind of feel bad for this guy because those drinks and dinner were NOT cheap, and he got nothing.

On my way home, I opened Tinder, and I saw guy A messaged me a couple of minutes ago, saying he was already in his hotel room. i asked him if i could come; and I decided to drive to his direction, without knowing if he was ready or not to receive me. Fast fotward, I was already in his room. I felt like a whore, "pretending" I was a guest, not saying anything while we were in the elevador, etc. He repeated a couple of times that we only had this moment. That we were never going to see each other again, and I guess that turned me on, even more.

We obviously had sex , everything was alright. But I felt like a whore for going on a date with someone because I was bored, ended up likin him, not having sex with him because of that, and then go to ANOTHER hotel to get fucked by someone else.