Hello everyone, I'm going to tell you about the first time I dared to go out on TV. I had been itching for a long time but until this time I was too scared to do it. I knew I was credible but yet fear held me back. one summer day I took a hotel room far from home, in Fontainebleau. I arrived at the beginning of the afternoon and then I started to prepare myself to be as beautiful as possible. I did not dare to leave the room until it was dark and the receptionist was still on duty. so that I finally left the hotel around 11pm. I came down from my room hoping to meet no one, luckily I did. the first steps in the street were so exciting !! the feeling of fear mixed with excitement gave me chills in my stomach. we are not in Paris, it is Fontainebleau in the middle of August, but nevertheless for the time being, there were still a lot of cars in circulation and the street was still quite frequented by pedestrians. at least too much for my taste. I didn't dare look at those who passed me but I felt like I could feel all eyes on me. by advancing a little I managed to arrive in a more discreet place that I had spotted on google. a small overhanging car park next to the station where there is direct access to the forest. at the beginning I avoided all the cars by staying a little hidden in a small staircase and I went out on the sidewalk only if I saw a truck arriving (more reassuring the truckers). then as the night passed there were fewer and fewer cars and almost no passerby. when there were no heavyweights I took a picture of myself to immortalize this crazy night. the more the potential "voyeurs" became scarce the more I wanted to show myself off. I was starting to be more defiant with the few vehicles driving around at this late hour of the night. I managed to slow down almost all of them and there was one who even turned around. thin! all of a sudden my pressure came back up and I didn't know what to do. the car came to the small parking lot and I didn't know if I should get out of my stairs or let him come ... obviously him either. he stayed in his car. he ended up leaving, passing in front of me in slow motion. he turned around again after the red light then I started walking in the opposite direction and he walked away. at the end of the night I told myself that I had been stupid to let him go and that despite the courage I had had to dare to go out, I would surely regret not having materialized such a fantastic meeting. I was about to return to the hotel when a walking figure came in my direction, a tall, broad man with a bag slung over his shoulder. I tell myself that this is the last chance and that after its passage I will go home. I take a feminine and suggestive pose while holding on to a pole while looking at him with my best face of a bitch he passes by looking at me and gives me a '' hi '' I answer him ' ...

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