So I get a text while I’m in mexico from a girl who’s saved in my phone as her first name and the word Essex. I can’t remember her at all and I find a text from me to her a few weeks earlier mentioning seeing her final tattoo. It takes me a few days to remember the girl.
I was teaching a 1on1 with a student when we’re in one of my locals and it’s empty. There is a cute girl and a guy at the table near us. I’m talking about going direct and as soon as the guy goes to the toilets I strike. I realize now that I was pretty hammered.
I go direct and end up getting her number and finding out she has a ton of tattoos. She claimed she wasn’t on a date and we agree to meet up the next day so she can show me her other tattoo. Hence the text I sent. When she goes to the bathroom later, I “happen” to run into her down there in the hopes of dragging her into the toilets to bang. That didn’t work out.
So I meet up with her Friday afternoon for a date and when I see her I’m like, oh crap I was drunk. She is average looking and has a cheap blond dye job and a bad haircut. Her fashion is off and I’m like crap what the hell is wrong with me. Her body is ok. She’s not uber skinny like I like, but it’s passable. We go and grab a drink and I just push the kink bc I’m like fuck it.
We talk a ton about sex and it turns out she’s one hell of a slut. She’s 22 and has no idea how many guys she’s fucked but it’s nearish 100. I don’t really care. We play the questions game and basically there is nothing interesting about her. She has no passions, hobbies or interests besides shopping. Her totall existance can be summed up in a chart somewhere as a statistic of commercial activity. How depressing.
So I throw down a coupla glasses of wine and keep telling her we should just go back to mine to fuck. It’s pretty clear that she only fucks when she’s drunk and I don’t feel like pouring 10 WKDs down her throat you know? She tells me how she had another one night stand the night before. She even let him come on her face. I really didn’t care.
She has to go back home to have a birthday dinner with her uncle, but we talk about her coming over after to do drugs and go to a rave. As we part ways she offers me a cheek kiss. I nearly punch her. You must be joking.
I end up going off on a fucked up adventure with my house mate that ends in tears after a terrible curry buffet and some weird freak out on his part. I’m in bed by 1120pm for the first time in like 10 years and I never hear from the girl again. I’m not even a little tempted to text her, thank god.
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