I don’t know Bree Olsen, but I dated a VERY well known porn star – before she became a porn star – and saw her again at an adult convention 17 years later.

EXTREMELY lovely girl at the time, and we were together for about 16/18 months. But I couldn’t deal with her aspirations to become a stripper, get fake boobs, and all of that. She had the most beautiful brunette mane I have ever seen. No exaggeration.

She was truly “beautiful” and damn near PERFECT in every way as far as I was concerned.

I flew to visit her back then , at least 3 times. She even paid for and provided the limo from the airport – back when she couldn’t afford it and was working as a waitress. She was very “special” to me and you could even say it was “love at first sight”, because she was the ONLY girl I ever hit it off with so quickly. Three hours after I met her, it was INSTANT….. “chemistry”. She was the one who said she wanted to see me again. I was thrilled about that.

I flew to visit her once, and one night – for no apparent reason – she suddenly kicked me out of bed and asked me to sleep in the other room. I didn’t know what a “s~~~ test” was back then. Looks like I failed.

I felt like a piece of s~~~ for flying to visit her, and being tossed aside like that. It was a pathetic bulls~~~ reason, like “I need to get my beauty sleep”. Just suddenly grumpy out of nowhere. I couldn’t sleep.

The next day she offered a “quickie” before my flight, completely unaware of my feelings on the matter of being told to sleep in the other room. I said “nah” I wasn’t in the mood. It was over. She killed it.

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17 years later I feel asleep watching a late re-run of Seinfeld one night, and woke up to hear her voice (recognized her immediately) on a documentary on adult stars. She had fake blonde hair, poofy lips, fake boobs……. I was a little saddened by her appearance, but I was still pleasantly surprised and excited to see her.

I mentioned it to a friend who was a photographer and he gave me her email! What a fluke. Small world, so I wrote her a note to say I saw her on TV, and she invited me to catch up when she was next in town. All these guys at this adult convention were getting her autograph… she had 2 body guards…. and when I walked up , she dropped what she was doing, gasped and looked at me like we were old friends. She held my face in her hands – like I was a “lost love” who knew her better than anyone else there.

On the table by “her booth”, she was selling a “pocket pussy” sex toy with her name on it. Like her own branded fleshlight. And a latex mold of her asshole for like $79.99 – or whatever. One of the guys working her booth said “I’m sure shell give you a discount”. . . .

I said “I already had the real thing. It was a long time ago. Before all of THIS.”. He thought I was kidding, because they are LINEUPS of guys who would love a piece of that.

“Go ahead. Ask her!”, I said.

So he did , and when she told him “I was her Romeo” he came back and high-fived me like she was some “notch count”. I never thought of her as a “notch count”. In fact, that’s why I couldn’t see her anymore – because I refused to think of her as a “notch count”.

But I never forgot the day she kicked me out of bed like that.

It was cold and unfeeling , and totally unlike the girl I THOUGHT I knew. It was also the last time I ever flew or travelled anywhere to see a woman.

She was very occupied at the convention so I only stayed a little while, and then roamed around, bid her a pleasant farewell and left.

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Now it gets VERY interesting…..

A few days after the convention, I got another email from her! She was very sweet and wanted to meet for a drink while she was still in town. I said sure! Why not. It would be fun to talk to her after all this time.

It was another s~~~ test.

And I failed.

The next day she wrote back…

“I’m sorry I can’t. I was wrong to think you would rescue me.”

NOW I was ready to send my red pill response and I wasn’t going to be polite.

“You’re pushing 40. Aren’t you tired of these come-here/go-away childish games yet? You really shouldn’t be playing these games at your age. Maybe it was cute when you were 21, but it’s not cute anymore. Good luck to you.”

She lost her s~~~ in a reply.

And I threw it in the trash.

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So on the video above, I wouldn’t fall for this bitch’s tears for one second when she said she wished she was “treated better”. She had her chance to be “treated better” – plenty of them – and she tossed them away.

She DESERVES it.