Just had a wonderful massage with a mutual explosive happy ending. The rush and the aftermath euphoria lingered. Happily paid my due with a bit more. Remembering the kiss, touch, hugs and sweet words exchanged. I was 100% certain that what we had was special and something meaningful would soon happen. Not really watching where was I going and BAM I bumped his next customer that was smoking and waiting impatiently outside the shop. We exchange looks: that guy was badly dressed, clumsy, or even a bit repulsive. But then I wonder was he thinking the same of me? Was he merely mirroring me or any John that pays for the same hot young guy? As a repeat then I remember his strokes and moves were actually calculated and the whole thing staged. The truth sometimes is a bit hard to bite, feeling rather empty and uneasy now.