Hi. My name is twinkerbitch, and I have something to say.

When I was a wee boy last summer (same time as jinny), before I reached the age of 19 and had to settle down, I had an affair with a 56 year old man named Henry, and here is his story.

I met Henry when I was on a date with another one of my silver daddies. In case you don't know, the best place to meet rich old men is coincidentally when you are on dates with other rich old men. I saw him sitting at the bar alone, so me being the white devil I am I slithered up to him and started a conversation. Obviously he's interested, cause all rich old men want some twink drakar bussoir, so we exchange numbers. This is where his life started it's downward spiral.

Now Henry wasn't as rich as my typical man was. I usually try for S Class money, but instead he was E Class money. He made up for it in that he was really really good looking. Think George Clooney, but a bit more faggy, but not too much on the faggotry scale or else you end up with a bastardization of John Waters and no one wants that. Plus he was nice, but that doesn't matter as much since I prefer it when they don't talk and just take their credit card out.

For about the full month of June, Henry and I fucked and shopped like rabbits. But only when his wife, (who I can't remember the name of but looked like she would be named Karen), was on vacation doing typical mid western WASPy shit. It was great too cause I got so much Guerlain from him.

Well this all came to a hault one night towards the end of June. It started as a normal night, we met at his house, took his car, and went out to dinner and pretended to be dad and son. All is well and good until he takes a little black box out and slides it across the table. Inside is of course an engagement ring, except it was like really fucking small which honestly I am still offended by tbh. I'm hella freaking out. Like A: you're married, B: I'm 18, C: that ring is small as fuck so fuck you, D: why here in public, like what if any other potential silver daddies see me getting engaged to your ass?? All these questions are ringing through my mind and he begins to explain what has happened.

Well apparently, one day the week before, Henry's wife came home one day and found some of his receipts for the dinners and all the shit I forced him to buy me and like apparently she freaked the fuck out. Actually it's kinda funny too, she accused him of seeing another woman, but he was so fucking retarded that he actually told him he was fucking a twink. I mean there's not much of a difference between the two, but still. Anyways because of this, he had some sort of old fag epiphany and decided that his life really needed a hot 18 year old twink husband. And although I agreed with his epiphany, that fucking man was not fucking me! I fucking shut that box so quick, and even though it was small and all that I am still lowkey pissed I didn't snatch that shit for the diamond. Anyways obv I told him no and I walked out and waited on top of his car. I was pissed. Not that he proposed, but that I didn't get to eat fucking dinner and that he made a fucking scene. Let me fucking tell you, that was the most awkward car ride I have ever had, and believe me I have been in some awkward car rides. Like when I came out to my uber conservative grandparents in the car and they just went silent for the hour and a half ride. I got the fuck back into my Mercedes and went the fuck home.

This boy kept blowing up my fucking phone for such a long time. I tried so hard to console this man, but like honestly I got what I wanted from him and I had another nice silver daddy so it wasn't my problem so I blocked him.

That's my story, kthnxbai.