STORY # 0031

     Of course I met her on the Internet, in a chat room. I saw her picture and she was one of those hot librarian looking types. so what if I already had a girlfriend but this new chick didn't find out for 3 days.
     And she sticks around. By then my psycho-meter should have gone up. But she had a college education in art history-she ought to have a brain, right? I have no money 2,000 miles away. My desperate psycho-meter should have gone off then. My girlfriend ends up breaking up with me when she gets back from vacation. This new chick is all stoked. My horny-desparate-psycho-meter should have gone off at that time but it didn't.
     She talks to me all the time how the only guys she can find are in bars. My alcoholic-horny-desperate-psycho-meter should have gone off at that time. She talks about how she's suicidal regularly but thinks she doesn't medication. Add ignorant to the rest of it.
     I am living with my sister and she sends me money for a bus ticket to-move in with her.  So we are going into the deepest layer of psycho honey imaginable. She's on the rag and cuddles and grabs my crotch for two days until she finds out I don't give a damn about her period. We get back home after a night of drinking up the block and she's all over me. Very hot now, and a little vixen in the sack. She happened to mention the whole puking purging thing that got her down 30 lbs in 6 mos but my experience is reason doesn't work with women that young about how they look.
     So we now have bulimic-horny-desperate-psycho honey. The next day we f*** again and she comments how its novel not to do it sober. What happened to the Michael Meyers theme in my head from all those years?
     Anyway after a few days of this she becomes quiet and starts to 'process' everything. Like how absurd it all is? How she can't have thanksgiving dinner with her folks and have them know the truth. But it doesn't matter! Because she's a witch and doesn't celebrate that stuff anyway.
     So I'm stuck living with a wiccan-bulimic-horny-psycho honey who can't answer if she doesn't want a relationship or not. Hopefully the answer is -no-....... I am starting to hear the keys of Halloween. Finally she snaps and does her fem-power "You scare me, but I know you wouldn't hurt me" routine and I go to the couch until I can scrounge enough $$ back to California.
     She spread a tarot last night about her job, talks about all her self loathing, but wants to avoid talking about why we're not together in case she feels like cutting my and hers throat. 

Can someone top that? Where do I pick up my sticker lol!

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