>>54507556Well, during my college years I met my fair share of hags, mostly because being in a big city and being the only country guy around I had plenty of "interesting" stories they would say (all I did was telling mundane stories of living in the countryside but I guess city folks are just built different). Anyway I once met this girl at a bar, she was 35 at the time while I was 23. We chat for a bit, tell her what I'm studying and she gets all hot and bothered with that and we spend the rest of the night talking about all sorts of topics, it probably helped that she seemed really into my major. Then all of the sudden the topic of relationships comes up, she tells me she got dumped a few months back since the guy was a total dickheads (didn't elaborate on that but it's ok, maybe she's still trying to recover from it. I still dropped the subtle hint of "I'm single and new in town btw"). Now it's getting late and I need to go back to my dorm since I had lessons the next day, she offers to drive me home since she somehow feels guilty she kept me there for longer than I should talking about her ex, so obviously that was a lie and I accepted the ride. As soon as we arrive home she tells me if we can see each other again since she had fun listening to my stories. At this point haglust takes over but I still have enough mental fortitude to keep it for myself and I politely accept. She tells me she's pretty much a regular at the bar I met her at and to come by next Saturday, "hopefully if there's nothing you have to do the next day".
As soon as she said that my dick shoot up so fast that I almost jumped out of the car to hide it, said goodbye, left... Next Saturday comes along and I'm there waiting. She arrives a little bit later than when she told me but I just chuck it at her having stuff to do beforehand, again we spend a pretty great night but this time there's that voice on the back of my head that tells me "you're going to fuck her" over and over so it was pretty distracting. Time to go home again, got a free ride again (got there on foot anyway because I suspected the same might happen). As soon as we arrive she tells me that she needs to go to the bathroom and asks if she can use mine. It's locked. Tell her that there's no problem with that, but the house might be a little messy since I still have to do housework for the week. She doesn't seem to mind so like a retard I assumed she really needed to use the bathroom so we both bolt it for the door, she goes in and I go to the kitchen to grab some water. She comes back 5 minutes later, I shit you not, with a fully leopard pattern set of underwear and tells me that she would've done it the previous week if I didn't ruin it with classes. I'm gonna skip the rest but you can imagine how it went down. Unfortunately after that we got together for 7 years and then we ended up breaking up because of me needing to find a job pretty far away from her and her not being all that cool with it
