u/Cherelle_J

Years ago, I worked at Crazy Horse in San Francisco under the name Cherelle. I met a man there who I have never forgotten, but I can no longer remember his name.

All I remember is that he was half Japanese and half something else, and he lived in Washington. He had a business there. He came into Crazy Horse one night while I was working and asked if he could take me out. At first, I told him I didn’t go out with people from the club, but he came back the next day and asked again. I finally agreed to go to dinner with him.

He was staying at a hotel down the street from Crazy Horse, and we went out to dinner. I remember having such a wonderful time with him. He was a gentleman, kind, respectful, and he truly seemed to care about me. He wanted to help me, and he wanted to be with me.

After that, we continued talking on the phone. He used to call me at my mother’s house, where I lived at the time. We got to know each other through those phone calls, and I remember feeling like I really adored him. I honestly thought I could have spent my life with him.

But then I found out I was pregnant by my ex-boyfriend. I felt embarrassed and ashamed, and I stopped answering his calls. My mom would tell me that he kept calling for a long time, but I never responded because I thought, “Why would he want me now?”

I have thought about him many times over the years. I don’t know if he is still out there, if he remembers me, or if life moved on for him in a completely different direction. But if this somehow reaches him, I would just like to say hello and maybe finally close this chapter of my life.

I am not trying to invade anyone’s privacy or disrupt anyone’s life. I just want the chance to reconnect, apologize for disappearing, and let him know that I never forgot his kindness.

If you think this might be you, or if you know someone who may fit this story, please message me privately.
The name I used back then was Cherelle, and this was at Crazy Horse in San Francisco, California.

Years ago, I worked at Crazy Horse in San Francisco under the name Cherelle. I met a man there who I have never forgotten, but I can no longer remember his name.

All I remember is that he was half Japanese and half something else, and he lived in Washington. He had a business there. He came into Crazy Horse one night while I was working and asked if he could take me out. At first, I told him I didn’t go out with people from the club, but he came back the next day and asked again. I finally agreed to go to dinner with him.

He was staying at a hotel down the street from Crazy Horse, and we went out to dinner. I remember having such a wonderful time with him. He was a gentleman, kind, respectful, and he truly seemed to care about me. He wanted to help me, and he wanted to be with me.

After that, we continued talking on the phone. He used to call me at my mother’s house, where I lived at the time. We got to know each other through those phone calls, and I remember feeling like I really adored him. I honestly thought I could have spent my life with him.

But then I found out I was pregnant by my ex-boyfriend. I felt embarrassed and ashamed, and I stopped answering his calls. My mom would tell me that he kept calling for a long time, but I never responded because I thought, “Why would he want me now?”

I have thought about him many times over the years. I don’t know if he is still out there, if he remembers me, or if life moved on for him in a completely different direction. But if this somehow reaches him, I would just like to say hello and maybe finally close this chapter of my life.

I am not trying to invade anyone’s privacy or disrupt anyone’s life. I just want the chance to reconnect, apologize for disappearing, and let him know that I never forgot his kindness.

If you think this might be you, or if you know someone who may fit this story, please message me privately.
The name I used back then was Cherelle, and this was at Crazy Horse in San Francisco, California.