I had a first meeting with a papa today, and we ended up at a hotel—but even though he’s a papa, he’s my age…

He was a perfect gentleman, tall enough to make me look up at him, handsome, polished… Everything about him was so attractive. We had a meal at the hotel and then I went home, but when it was time to leave, he didn’t ask for my contact information, and it seemed like we were about to part ways just like that. So, on the off chance, I asked for his contact information before I left. The allowance was more than generous… But I don’t think he’ll contact me again. It’s just a feeling, but I think my instincts are right. I can’t help wondering if we might have met again if I had refused the allowance today, but realistically, I don’t think that would have changed anything… I’m sure I’ll never see him again. I find myself thinking, “Maybe if I were extraordinarily beautiful…” It was a four-hour date, but he really seemed like someone who had stepped out of a manga… It was such a wonderful time… I know it sounds silly, but what am I supposed to do with these feelings…? I’ve never met anyone who became this unforgettable after just four hours, and it’s really painful.