SANDGOM: MY FIRST LOOK AT HER

It was early January. Anita25 and lina860 had been unexpectedly brief in the “agency”: no less than two weeks. The desertion of the first one and the dismissal of the latter one were the respective consequences of unsatisfactory results and little lucre in the chat venture. I did not know who would be the next woman SH meant to sit by my side. I did not expect then a Sandy Style in beauty and sexiness, but maybe if Sandgom would have resembled little Latinmelody or Sweethmartha, the two women for whom I “ghosted” successful chats in the last months of 2008, I would not have despaired of prospering her as instantaneously as I did the first time I saw her in the “agency”. I am not meaning that she is ugly, still less that she is not sexy, but that her both beauty and sexiness were slow to affect me. Should I attribute this prolonged and secret “I don’t like you” to an early bandage by which I had prohibited myself from thinking of her as a possible heterosexual delight? For these six months (January-June of 2009), what almost imperceptible processes did combine to make me to unbandage my eyes? Was there something personal to her, able to alter my dislike of her? I mean, was there nothing superficial but female effluvia transferred through her voice, her skin and her fragrances, which lined me amatorially in a virtual rivalry with the multitude of her on line men? Should I fancy her as a colourful butterfly after a six months cocooning? If not, instead of metamorphosic changes resulting from a 13 months post partum shrinking, and of cosmetic beautifyings, would it be fittest to repute myself to have commiserated with her in her lonely motherhood? One 10 years son and one 13 months daughter, left by their fathers, are unequivocal reference of difficulties, even if Sandgom’s mother was babysitting them while working her 8 hours shift in the “agency”.
How many more times did I see Sandgom sitting by my side after this first encounter, without its occurring to me that she would become as lucrative as Tropicalsun in no less than six months? Now I have been parted from her, how far can the butterfly fly, without her “ghost”?
THE CAUSE OF MY DENOUNCE
WHO AM I? WHO IS SANDGOM?
THE FIRST NOTICE OF THEIR FOOLING
SANDGOM: MY FIRST LOOK AT HER
THE FIRST MEN ON LINE FOR SANDGOM
WHO WERE OUR MEN