The next day was, as usual. I slept the whole day, ate food, had a bath and sleep again. But the dinner didn’t arrive at 8 PM. I was wondering what ...appened to the dinner.I assumed that they had missed the dinner for me. I kept on waiting until the clock ticked at 11 PM. The manager arrived. Unexpectedly he was just in shorts and tees. Not in a three-piece suit like always. He looked at me, I was all naked, he asked whether I missed the dinner and was hungry.I thought a second and just nodded. If anyone wants to give feedback or just want to meet up for a casual date, relationship or indulge in satisfaction of some carnal sinful desires, I am always open for it. You can always contact me on Coming back to the story. This was back in March of 2018 where I was giving an MBA interview at a well-known MBA college in Bangalore Electronic city. I was a bit early for the interview and had to wait for a while. While waiting for the whole interview process to begin I was relaxed and was. "I had a story I was going to tell, but now I don't think so."Anna nodded, her long face solemn. "Carlyn's boyfriend left her for someone else," she said softly. "Worse, he married the other girl while stringing Carlyn along. Do you know any stories that could ease that pain?" One," Kalliste said. "Oh, I know more than that, but there's this one I have she might like." She paused, thinking. "I'm not sure, though. It ended badly for almost everyone involved, and the person who got revenge was. Gradually the men dried up. I guess my reputationpreceded me. Eventually thefew close friends I had following my divorce also melted away. Initially Ithumbed my nose at them, thinking they were jealous of my success, but I nowrealise I was probably not a nice person to be around. Enoughof my bleeding-heart confessions. It is just a delaying tactic. I will reluctantlytell you my story. The 17thstarted off like any other day. My life is veryregimented, and I like to believe this is because I am.