i realize how over the top and melodramatic this sounds. none of my friends take me seriously when i try to talk about this... two weeks later and i should be over this...
26 year old ex stripper.
met her on bluelight.
a functioning (sort of) addict.
a little crazy, a little goofy, very pretty, and the most gorgeous creature i ever set eyes on.
and we were on the same level. i haven't met anyone on the same level... well ever.
we hung out and she ended up burning me for 100 dollars... but... i wasn't mad. just sad. she liked third eye blind and made hemp bracelets.
two weeks later she starts texting me wanting to make things right.
i just bought a teener and she came over.
none of my friends liked her, but she brought everyone food and weed.
she brought me blue powerade.
that first night, well. i don't remember what was said, but...
we talked and laughed and she smoked it and i did shots and even though nothing of meaning was said, it was still the best company i've had in a long time.
later that day, she decides she wants to do a shot.
now, to most people who don't always shoot, .05-1.5 is plenty, but i forget this.
i'm a reckless rush junkie who likes to bang half grams.
i made our shots, and i gave her hers, i didn't have the plunger more than halfway down and she's coughing.
hey eyes get big and she suddenly starts talking in a baby voice about how she'd never done a shot like that and how she was embarassed and it was the most beautiful thing i'd ever seen.
tom petty was playing and she asked me to kiss her.
things start getting hot but we get interrupted.
we decided to retreat to her hot hot car, and smoked and talked and talked.
she told me that she liked me but didn't think i'd be interested since she was five years older than me and we decided to go on a formal date and she told me that i made her feel comftorable and she didn't have to pretend around me. she didn't want us to have sex because she didn't want our first time to be on meth...
later that night, we hang out, and finally finish my bag.
we're laying together. i'm staring at her in awe. i have to work in a few hours and she's about to leave.
she wants to keep hanging out and get us some more dope, but i have to work...
she gone ten minutes and i'm calling in to work and stealing ten dollars to put in.
she comes back and we go on missions...
everything after this was kind of a downward spiral and we parted ways that night...
i haven't talked to her since, and i'm quite certain she used me...
but... that kiss... that voice.... that shot... the single best moment of my life and almost two weeks later and i haven't heard from her but i can't get over her...
she might have played me... but there are some things you can't fake.
a certain sense of humor, knowing the lyrics to 3eb songs, a kind of craziness, a certain look...
in two and three nights i fell in love harder, and got hurt harder than all the fucked up relationships i've had in the last 11 years combined...
how do i come down from this?
26 year old ex stripper.
met her on bluelight.
a functioning (sort of) addict.
a little crazy, a little goofy, very pretty, and the most gorgeous creature i ever set eyes on.
and we were on the same level. i haven't met anyone on the same level... well ever.
we hung out and she ended up burning me for 100 dollars... but... i wasn't mad. just sad. she liked third eye blind and made hemp bracelets.
two weeks later she starts texting me wanting to make things right.
i just bought a teener and she came over.
none of my friends liked her, but she brought everyone food and weed.
she brought me blue powerade.
that first night, well. i don't remember what was said, but...
we talked and laughed and she smoked it and i did shots and even though nothing of meaning was said, it was still the best company i've had in a long time.
later that day, she decides she wants to do a shot.
now, to most people who don't always shoot, .05-1.5 is plenty, but i forget this.
i'm a reckless rush junkie who likes to bang half grams.
i made our shots, and i gave her hers, i didn't have the plunger more than halfway down and she's coughing.
hey eyes get big and she suddenly starts talking in a baby voice about how she'd never done a shot like that and how she was embarassed and it was the most beautiful thing i'd ever seen.
tom petty was playing and she asked me to kiss her.
things start getting hot but we get interrupted.
we decided to retreat to her hot hot car, and smoked and talked and talked.
she told me that she liked me but didn't think i'd be interested since she was five years older than me and we decided to go on a formal date and she told me that i made her feel comftorable and she didn't have to pretend around me. she didn't want us to have sex because she didn't want our first time to be on meth...
later that night, we hang out, and finally finish my bag.
we're laying together. i'm staring at her in awe. i have to work in a few hours and she's about to leave.
she wants to keep hanging out and get us some more dope, but i have to work...
she gone ten minutes and i'm calling in to work and stealing ten dollars to put in.
she comes back and we go on missions...
everything after this was kind of a downward spiral and we parted ways that night...
i haven't talked to her since, and i'm quite certain she used me...
but... that kiss... that voice.... that shot... the single best moment of my life and almost two weeks later and i haven't heard from her but i can't get over her...
she might have played me... but there are some things you can't fake.
a certain sense of humor, knowing the lyrics to 3eb songs, a kind of craziness, a certain look...
in two and three nights i fell in love harder, and got hurt harder than all the fucked up relationships i've had in the last 11 years combined...
how do i come down from this?
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