I matched with a few girls but the conversations were a dead end until I matched with Marissa.Marissa: He there what brings you to BumbleI thought how...simple that question is and the simple is usually better.Me: Just trying to find the one for meMe: I know it seems hard but you will never know unless you put yourself out thereMarissa: Same just trying to find a guy that wants me for my personality and not just use me for sexMe: I am not on here for sex right away, but later on I hope that comes. Sally turned her Card ‘Chris’ was printed nice and neat on it.“And you berated Chris? It seems you want for him what he wants for you!” I grinned at Sally’s embarrassment.“O.K Ashley, who’s your choice?” I inquired.Ashley turned her piece of cardboard and looked at Sally.“I’m sorry Sally! I’m sorry! “ She wailed as we all saw Sally’s name on her cardboard.“Mary-Kate who’s it to be?” I asked.Mary-Kate couldn’t look at anyone as she turned the cardboard she held. ‘Sally’ was clearly drawn on. I put my hand on my belly, thinking I can feel him bump my hand--I can't.Then he thrusts fully into my belly, and I feel him hit my cervix. OoooohGod That hurt! I gasp loud enough for the neighbors to hear me. Chris makes seven or eight more thrusts into me, each one bumping my cervix painfully. I can feel his pubic bone hitting mine, so I know for certain he has that monster completely inside my vagina--I cannot believe my vagina stretched enough to take him all in. After that final. Or maybe it’s the ones that are attracted to me? Whatever. It all boils down to the same thing. I give them what they want, and they give me . . . nothing.Take Sally Johansson for instance. I gave her a roof over her head, food in her belly, clothes on her back, and all the devotion one man can shower on a woman. And what did I get in return? An empty house, an even emptier bank account, a lot of unpaid bills that I knew nothing about, and blue balls. She found herself a younger stud with more.