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Okay, I am going to get little Jerry Springer on you, but I am bored and medicated. Here goes.
I date a lot. Not all of them winners, hell none of them are complete winners. I have reconnected with my school chums in the last year and it is amazing how much people changed since school days. One of the girls I totally fantasized about, a girl that wore painted on jeans at a time my hormones were insane is huge now. Huge. I do not want to trash women for getting older, but man, to go from a size zero to god knows what... well she is out of the question and she knows it. I am still good looking and healthy. I am one of the lucky ones. So she wants to set me up with her friend that I barely knew in school, but remember her being cute. These girls were cheerleader quality, only on the wrong side of the tracks. Stoner chicks. So me and this girl, let me call her something.. How about Jessy. Jessy is in another state and in a bad way moneywise and we start chatting on IM and phone. We have long drawn out discussions while high and tell each other everything. The complete honesty started off refreshing.
So one of her first mind blowing revelations is that she lost her cherry to her step brother (someone I sort of know) when she was 13 and he was 16. Hearing her say this was a total head rush to me. She told me she took him out riding on her horse, he was behind her and got aroused. Apparently she noticed and one thing lead to another in the woods.
So I say, "Well you were just kids, kinda playing doctor. You cannot be held responsible for a decision you made at that young age."
Well the honesty thing must have made her feel good. I was the first person she ever told that to. She starts telling me one thing after another and I keep coming up with excuses for her and forgiving her.
She tells me how she was in Vegas and thought what the hell and went to a hotel with a couple of dudes for $1500. She was the meat to their sandwich she says. At this point I am starting to lose interest fast though. I didn't know how to tell her the honesty was a bit too much for me. I am still being the priest on the telephone to her. She tells me then she was a high priced call girl (escort) for a couple years and dabbled in some hard drugs I do not think we are allowed to talk about here. So I lose interest totally and start to tone my involvement with her down substantially. Since she lived in another state it was easy for me to tell her that I found someone and was seeing her seriously. She gave me her blessings.
Well, that girl I was seeing and I broke up. It was a horrible affair and worth writing about, but I will save that for another time. In the course of me seeing that girl and breaking up with her that girl moved back home to our old neighborhood. The tiny cheerleader that grew so big heard about it through the grapevine and informed her I was single.
So I get a call tonight. It was Jessy. She was sounding a bit out of it and I asked her what was wrong. She said she took a pill last night that I probably shouldn't talk about and was hanging over from it. I have never had that new wave drug, so I do not know much about it. She told me she is here now and making money trimming weed and has some hash she wants to give to me. She said to come visit her tomorrow and she will give me the hash. I told her I was a mess from my last breakup and not ready to date yet (which is totally true) and she seemed okay with it. The hash she is giving me is actually pay back for what I gave her when she was in the other state. I had given her some money and hash and she wants to settle up.
I am totally cool getting the hash, but this chick is fucked up. I mean she has mood swings and depression and all kinds of things. I am terrified of getting into some kind of trap where we depend on each other for something or god knows what. I was so caught off guard with the phone call and I am such a pussy when it comes to telling women how I really feel. I agreed to go see her. I cannot believe I agreed to go see her. I think I am setting myself up for a huge set of real problems.
I date a lot. Not all of them winners, hell none of them are complete winners. I have reconnected with my school chums in the last year and it is amazing how much people changed since school days. One of the girls I totally fantasized about, a girl that wore painted on jeans at a time my hormones were insane is huge now. Huge. I do not want to trash women for getting older, but man, to go from a size zero to god knows what... well she is out of the question and she knows it. I am still good looking and healthy. I am one of the lucky ones. So she wants to set me up with her friend that I barely knew in school, but remember her being cute. These girls were cheerleader quality, only on the wrong side of the tracks. Stoner chicks. So me and this girl, let me call her something.. How about Jessy. Jessy is in another state and in a bad way moneywise and we start chatting on IM and phone. We have long drawn out discussions while high and tell each other everything. The complete honesty started off refreshing.
So one of her first mind blowing revelations is that she lost her cherry to her step brother (someone I sort of know) when she was 13 and he was 16. Hearing her say this was a total head rush to me. She told me she took him out riding on her horse, he was behind her and got aroused. Apparently she noticed and one thing lead to another in the woods.
So I say, "Well you were just kids, kinda playing doctor. You cannot be held responsible for a decision you made at that young age."
Well the honesty thing must have made her feel good. I was the first person she ever told that to. She starts telling me one thing after another and I keep coming up with excuses for her and forgiving her.
She tells me how she was in Vegas and thought what the hell and went to a hotel with a couple of dudes for $1500. She was the meat to their sandwich she says. At this point I am starting to lose interest fast though. I didn't know how to tell her the honesty was a bit too much for me. I am still being the priest on the telephone to her. She tells me then she was a high priced call girl (escort) for a couple years and dabbled in some hard drugs I do not think we are allowed to talk about here. So I lose interest totally and start to tone my involvement with her down substantially. Since she lived in another state it was easy for me to tell her that I found someone and was seeing her seriously. She gave me her blessings.
Well, that girl I was seeing and I broke up. It was a horrible affair and worth writing about, but I will save that for another time. In the course of me seeing that girl and breaking up with her that girl moved back home to our old neighborhood. The tiny cheerleader that grew so big heard about it through the grapevine and informed her I was single.
So I get a call tonight. It was Jessy. She was sounding a bit out of it and I asked her what was wrong. She said she took a pill last night that I probably shouldn't talk about and was hanging over from it. I have never had that new wave drug, so I do not know much about it. She told me she is here now and making money trimming weed and has some hash she wants to give to me. She said to come visit her tomorrow and she will give me the hash. I told her I was a mess from my last breakup and not ready to date yet (which is totally true) and she seemed okay with it. The hash she is giving me is actually pay back for what I gave her when she was in the other state. I had given her some money and hash and she wants to settle up.
I am totally cool getting the hash, but this chick is fucked up. I mean she has mood swings and depression and all kinds of things. I am terrified of getting into some kind of trap where we depend on each other for something or god knows what. I was so caught off guard with the phone call and I am such a pussy when it comes to telling women how I really feel. I agreed to go see her. I cannot believe I agreed to go see her. I think I am setting myself up for a huge set of real problems.
What's the big decision?
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Would of been a good story for us after the fact,tho 
