Straight Male / 33
Rejected By The Girl I Lowered My Pants For
Italy 2008
I was on a semester abroad. The Italian girls were sexy, but standoffish. A fellow student told me not to waste my time, they didn't waste their time with students because they were leaving. After two months I was horny and not a happy. I took the local bus from my shared apartment to the university and getting off the bus I slipped and cut my butt cheek on a piece of metal, a big enough gash that needed stitches.
The locals sent me to a clinic run by a Canadian doctor. Turned out it was a female doctor, mid thirties married to an Italian. She made me lower my pants and underwear exposing my bare ass on her exam table. She called in her nurse, a twenty something babe, and me with my bare ass in the air while she cleaned the wound, the doctor stitched me up, the nurse bandaged me. On the way out I paid with my parent's emergency credit card.
Two days later I run into the nurse at a bar, dressed for the street. I approached her, told her who I was, the American guy with the cut on his ass. Sorry, she didn't recognize me, never looked at my face. I got brushed off, my most intimate moment during my semester abroad and she never paid attention to my face.
I was on a semester abroad. The Italian girls were sexy, but standoffish. A fellow student told me not to waste my time, they didn't waste their time with students because they were leaving. After two months I was horny and not a happy. I took the local bus from my shared apartment to the university and getting off the bus I slipped and cut my butt cheek on a piece of metal, a big enough gash that needed stitches.
The locals sent me to a clinic run by a Canadian doctor. Turned out it was a female doctor, mid thirties married to an Italian. She made me lower my pants and underwear exposing my bare ass on her exam table. She called in her nurse, a twenty something babe, and me with my bare ass in the air while she cleaned the wound, the doctor stitched me up, the nurse bandaged me. On the way out I paid with my parent's emergency credit card.
Two days later I run into the nurse at a bar, dressed for the street. I approached her, told her who I was, the American guy with the cut on his ass. Sorry, she didn't recognize me, never looked at my face. I got brushed off, my most intimate moment during my semester abroad and she never paid attention to my face.
