I’m sorry I’ve been gone so long.
I wrote a post over my winter break about hooking up with one of my best friends but word press deleted the draft and I decided the story didn’t warrant a rewrite. But I’m back, and oh baby have I got some stories from my first back at college.
Lets start with Katy.
I met Katy last friday night while I was bar tending a college party. She was one of the first people there and her and her two friends were hanging out in my bar room, just chilling. To me she just looked like a really short hipster.
She had the tell tale signs of glasses, big coat, back pack and big hat that always symbolizes hipsters at parties. You can always spot them because they stand out like sore thumbs compared to the girls in miniskirts and little black dresses. But she was cute, she kinda looked like a tiny Ellen Page.
We talked a bit and she seemed pretty cool. I told her to find me on Facebook.
I pretty much lost track of her after that due to having to bartend and deal with the drunks. When I woke up the next morning I found a friend requesting waiting from her.
This story is about to get real weird, real fast.
We immediately started talking and it turned out she had just moved into my building (Praise the lord I thought!). Well she tells me I should come down and “cuddle with her”. Whoa, that was fast.
Now I’m a horny guy and often I let my dick get in the way of my mind.
Of course I agreed.
So I went down, the first thing I noticed was that her peep hole was at about my belly button. I knocked on the door and she answered, and she was much shorter than I remembered. Turns out she has the handicapped single room.
I mean, like half my size.
Whatever, I like short girls.
So we’re chilling and talking and she started telling me stuff about how she has Palsy in her leg but it wasn’t a big deal. And how she used to sell molly and regularly does .7 of the stuff.
Keep in mind I am 200 lb and have a powerful time on .5
But still for some reason this didn’t seem to phase me. She seemed totally nonchalant about everything. She talked about guys she used to fuck years ago and I thought it was kinda refreshing to hear a girl just talk openly. I just nodded and thought about wrapping myself around her tight little body.
Eventually we go to her room and start making out. She climbs on top of me and asks me, “How many girls have you fucked”
Uhhhh… what? Ok… I guess its a fair question. I understand asking that question before casual sex with a stranger. Might as well.
But in my usual coy manner I make her tell me first.
“I stopped counting at 30… last year”
Wut.
She’s like 20.
How the hell do you fuck like 50 guys in like two years?
Because heres the thing, by this point I had literally received her ENTIRE FUCKING (alleged) RELATIONSHIP HISTORY.
Here is a brief rundown;
-Dated a guy in high school for 4 years, got engaged.
-Dated a satanist in high school, drank her blood
-Dated a porn star in Brooklyn
-Dated a man with a beautiful soul that died in a car crash while she was in the car
-Dated the largest drug dealer in the Philadelphia Rave scene
-Dated a genius frat bro biochem major
-Dated another dude who’s now married.
And still found time to fuck another 40 guys travel to over 50 different countries by herself, and also while having leukemia, palsy and Parkinson’s. Come on. At the very least I got the impression she could fuck and leave it at that. Thats all I need to hear.
COME ON.
Seriously?
She just kept talking. She wouldn’t stop.
Of course I still fucked her.
Twice! I already had my shirt off and I figured I put up with it this long I might as well go with it. Although honestly, it wasn’t until that after sex clarity that I really began to realize how much everything she was saying was utter bullshit. She really started talking after we fucked.
I should say though, don’t get me wrong. The sex was fantastic. It was all biting, hair pulling, scratching and moaning. Really great sex.
Then once we were finished it was all, I’ve been to 50 countries, I spent two months in the hospital… blah blah blah blah.
I said goodbye and left. She said she wanted to fuck again.
That night she texted me asking if I could come cuddle. I told her I was busy. She texted me saying she had a seizure and a stroke at a rave and had to go to the hospital. I told her to feel better. At the time I wasn’t doubting the medical stuff. She clearly had a handicapped room for a reason. And one of her legs was like half the size of the other (as in the calf muscle) so she clearly had some leg issues to.
The next day she said she was sore and wanted someone to cuddle with. Whatever. I went down.
The first thing I thought was, why would they let you out of the hospital if you had just had a stroke and a seizure? They keep you over night if you get a bump on the head…
But my curiosity got the better of me and I played along.
You see readers, this isn’t my first experience with a compulsive liar and a manipulator. I was used by a girl with another really rare disease (what is it with sick girls and lying?) to spy on my best friend who she was kinda dating.
She was super hot also.
This first girl did everything she could to keep me around. She even told me she had leukemia and was dying. She’d talk to me on the phone for hours just to work the conversation back to my friend. The day he finally dumped her she never spoke to him again.
I’ve been on guard ever sense.
(NEW DEVELOPMENT: She just texted me as I’m writing this, apologizing for yesterday, which we’ll get to. WEIRD!)
So anyway she continues to not shut up so we fuck and then she lays the biggest lie of all on me. She’s telling me about living for a germany for a month and I ask her how she affords to travel, is her family rich? No, she says, she personally is.
Uh-huh… how?
“Remember that blind guy I read to in the hospital?” (previous bullshit story)
Yeah
“He left me everything, he had no one but me”
Oh? How much?
“22”
22 what?
“22 Million”
Bull-Shit. She goes on to say she doesn’t want the money and she’s going to give it all away to the parents of a boy who died of cancer because they deserve happiness. She’s going to give it away “as soon as she can”. She’s 20, she can give it now. I make a joke about a massive tax bill. She says she knows ways around taxes. (Biggest lie of all. No one can avoid taxes).
We talk about this for a bit, I make a bunch of vague comments and then she asks me what I’m thinking. I tell her she’s not gonna like it. She persists. I tell her that I’m thinking that I don’t really believe what she’s saying.
She flips out, get all emotional, tells me she opened up to me and goes off on this long story about how the boy she loved died in a car crash and blah blah blah.
She’s just telling me whatever she can to distract me.
She tells me to leave.
I walk out whistling. Go back to my room and creep her Facebook when I find pictures that discredit her entire pack of stories.
I saw her ex boyfriend. Not a porn star or drug dealer. A 5 foot asian kid.
HAHAHAHAHA
About 6 hours later she texts me asking if I can come down so we can talk.
Ok, I think, maybe she’ll finally give me some truth. So I head down. She makes me lay in her bed and then she just proceeds to fucking talk. Just more fucking bullshit. Talks about how special I am and how I’m not like anyone else (Oh god. Oh god no. RUN BOY RUN!).
I was just sick of hearing it. So after 15 min and her not bringing up the fight we had had several hours earlier I just got up in left.
She sent me some bitchy texts about how I’m intimidated by her and her ability to look right through me and how she’s defensive because her last boyfriend broke her nose for the third time to “put her in her place” and she’s not gonna text me anymore so this is goodbye… blah blah blah.
She just texted me.
Saying more pointless shit.
Jesus christ what have I gotten myself into?
Why do I always follow my dick?
I think she might kill me.
Help.