Oh good evening! It's more. I brought a surf shop clerk today. I don't remember where we met at all, but I think I picked him up when I was drunk at an izakaya. Maybe. That's why I found out in the email that day that we had promised, and even when we got to the meeting place, I didn't know which girl it was. But when I talked about it with the feeling that I could get used to it, I felt like I was really at a loss, so I decided to come to my house, and I felt like I was fucked there. I don't know what's going on anymore, but since it's been set up, I feel like I should eat it.
