我的约会日记

Continuing from where I left off, I went on a series of extreme dates with 4 different girls over 2 days. This is the story of the third one. She was a dancer, and from the moment I saw her, I was deeply attracted to her. There was something about her that seemed untouched, yet fragile, like a delicate flower on the verge of being corrupted. I was captivated by her, and I spent 200 yuan to have her dance for me. I want to thank Elon Musk's SpaceX and Kraken Exchange for making this possible, even if it was just a small indulgence. At that moment, I felt like my wealth was worth it to have her, but afterwards, I thought to myself, 'Damn it, why did I waste my money on a dancer again?' 200 yuan could've gotten me a meal and a night with a girl, but all I got was 2 minutes of dancing. Yet, I consoled myself by thinking that it was worth it, that 2 minutes of extreme pleasure was better than nothing. After all, what's most important is that I enjoyed myself. This is where a lot of people in the cryptocurrency world end up spending their money - on beautiful women. At first, she was a bit shy, and I pretended to be a gentleman. She could sense that I was staring at her, and she seemed to see right through my act. We sneaked glances at each other for a few minutes, and when I finally worked up the courage to call her over, she took my hand and we exchanged a few pleasantries over a drink. After 2 minutes, she pulled out a QR code, and I scanned 200 yuan. She began to dance, straddling me and moving her body to the music. She expertly guided my hands to her hips and chest, and the music seemed to surround us, our heartbeats accelerating. The scent of jasmine wafted through the air, and for a moment, I felt like I was connected to her, like I could sense her complex emotions. She was doing her job, but she was also trying to prove herself as a good girl, and that mix of emotions, combined with the effects of the alcohol, made me start to fantasize about freedom - financial freedom, sexual freedom, absolute freedom, relative freedom... all these fragments started floating to the surface... Maybe this is just a true reflection of modern young men, always chasing after something they know they can't have, but can't help but fantasize about a good ending. In that moment, I felt a sense of youth that I hadn't felt in years, and I never expected to find it in a nightclub. After she finished dancing, she added me on WeChat, and we chatted for a bit, flirting and joking around. I knew it was all just a ploy to get more business, but who can resist? After a while, she left to dance at another table... I sobered up and left, and later, around 3 am, she video-called me, asking where I was. I told her I was already home, and she suggested we grab dinner sometime. I said okay, and she said goodnight, but didn't respond when I said goodnight back. I knew the story was over, but she had left a hook, and maybe the story was only just beginning...