Finders Keepers

Who knew waiting at the bar for my call in order would change my life. As I waited patiently I over here these two beautiful sisters talking about their sexcapades. The shorter one with the cute pixie cut dug her hand into her purse and pulled out a Little Black Book. She said, “This is the Book of Life!!” Every man I’ve ever been with is in this book.” I’m naive. I my 26 years of life I’ve only had 2 partners. I can’t even give them a grade because who do I have to compare them to. I’m thinking to myself why would someone keep a record of that type of information and why would a woman have such a book?I can easily see a man keeping such records.

There they sat laughing and talking about some of the men listed in the book. I wanted to stay and listen to more but my order had come. I reached into my purse for my wallet and handed the cashier my credit card. I looked over notice the ladies were satisfying their bill and had said, Goodbye to each other and walked off, as they signaled call me with their hands.

Just as I got ready to grab my food and leave I noticed the woman had accidentally left her Little Black Book. I started to grab it and run out the door and hand it to her, but instead I looked around and made sure no one saw me before I snatched it off of the counter and placed it into my purse and exited the building really quick.

I must have ran every redlight because I didn’t realize I had made it to my destination so fast. I packed up all of my belongings and went inside as fast as I could. Home Sweet Home or should I say Hotel Sweet Hotel.

After diner I retrieve the The Little Black Book from purse an started to go through the pages.

For every guy listed she had their full name, a description of what they looked like, penis size, ratings in bed, occupation, email address, social media handles and phone number. This woman was thorough and detailed. There were a total of 10 men listed in her book. She couldn’t have been no more than 30 years of age. However, this was still too many men to have bedded.

We were probably about the same age, both rocked the same hair style, and skin tone. Whereas she was probably a size 8. I was a 12. I had a little more top and bottom.

Days had went by and I wondered if she had went back to the restaurant to try and find her book. I’m sure she did.

Why did I take her book? Why not turn it in to the cashier? What was I going to do with a book like that? I could never sleep with random men and then record it or could I?

Live life to the fullest was all I kept hearing all week. It was like a mantra. I felt like it was speaking to me. I had a great life. Great home. Great Job. Great Car. All that was missing was a man and a little excitement.

Friday after work. I opened my laptop and started to look up the men in the book on social media. Her description of the men did them no justice. She definitely had taste and must have been very particular about who made her book. I wanted to get know them. I wanted to get to know them like she did.

After I reached out to the 1st guy via a fake page I created, the rest was a walk in the park. I’d get dress, meet for dinner have incredible, insatiable sex and go back to my room. Only to repeat the process two days later until I realized I had met, ate with and had sex with all ten men. Every star that she had put in the book they deserved and earned. I even added a few more stars. I checked my fake social media page and saw that a few of them had reached out to me for a second date. That made me smile. It kind of gave me the big head, but I knew I wasn’t built for that life. Colorado didn’t owe me a thing. In the morning I’d be boarding a plane back home and getting ready to present my litigation findings to my boss the next morning. Before I closed my eyes for bed I deleted my fake social media page and took one last look through the Little Black Book before I threw it into the burning fire of the fireplace. Sweet Dreams.