About two years ago, the heat completely cooled down, and I hid myself here and worked hard on work, sports, and social contribution activities in the outside world.

What will happen to the Universe Club when the corona misfortune has just started?How are the staff doing?Is this industry dead?Are the men I've been dating all right?I was worried about it.
However, after two years, the memory fades.When I suddenly remembered the other day, I couldn't help but google "What's going on with that date club? What was the name of the company?"
When I remembered, "Oh, the name was Universe Club," I was really disappointed in my lack of long-term memory.

And at the same time as I was relieved to be able to confirm that everyone was safe, I also discovered that I had received some comments on articles I had written in the past.
"Stalking is a crime"... No, it's not that, it's a thankful and grateful word, "Please write an article again."
thanks so much!I'm not going to get carried away, but I'm honestly happy that even one person thinks so.

My motivation exploded today, so I'm going to write for the first time in a while.

By the way, the suspension of activities from two years ago means that the fever has cooled down before the corona and entered the ice age, but of course there was a reason.That's the story today.

I usually have a split bamboo personality, but when I meet men at the Universe Club, things are a little different.
Literally naked weak self is exposed.
They are afraid that they may do something they don't like, that they will run away from them, or that they will look down on them.
Even in the sense that there is a monetary exchange, I am modest.

For a while, I was in a relationship that wasn't like me, but the day I met a man, I stopped clubbing.Since he became my terminator, I will refer to him as "Ta-san" from now on.At that time, I had received offers from four people at the same time, but after meeting Ta-san, I decided to quit without meeting anyone else.sorry.

Tar-san gave me a rather sudden offer.I think it was probably that day.As soon as we met at the coffee shop, Mr. Tar started out like this.

"● It's manen, but do you want to do it or not?" (● = baby's ears)

Without hesitation, Mr. Tar added:

"I can't put out more than this." "I always refuse when asked to put out more." I choose, I

So far I haven't said anything or negotiated the price.But this speech... (I mean, I'm in the standard class??) While thinking that this might have hit the wrong person, it's annoying to go home empty-handed after coming this far, and maybe I'm physically fit. There was also a faint expectation that there would be no, so I told them OK even though I was worried.

When I arrived at the hotel while listening to Mr. Tar's speech, I was ordered to "do not take a shower" and was inserted before my body was ready, and it was painfully dry and eventually bleeding. I spent a terrible time getting yelled at, "Don't bleed!"After that, pain and bleeding continued for more than two weeks, and I was forced to go to the gynecologist.

Of course I reported it to the club.He was kind and took care of my body.However, Mr. Tar is not bad because he did not break the club rules.I was convinced of that, but the days passed with some vague thoughts, and before I knew it, it was a corona disaster, and two years had passed.

When I look back at Mr. Tar, I imagine that he must have had something to do with money in the past that hurt him.
Those who are hurt in this way will end up hurting others.
I think that if hurtful women quit more and more like this, it would be a loss for both the club and the good and gentlemanly male members.

However, looking at it from a different angle, there is also the idea that only women who have a high threshold of disgust, or women who are determined not to give up even if they are disgusted, will survive, and women who are not prepared will be weeded out. I think there is.

In the end, I wasn't prepared enough.

My dignity was the most important thing.

It's over.

Rachel