Fucking twisted one this - proper Sherlock? 7th day on 3, got a sleep lnite.
So I started talking to this girl on the 1st day, mutal match on POF - it was amazing we clicked like crazy, first conversation lasted 6hrs. No phone call lasted under 2hrs.
We laughed so much. then all week, in between writing a screenplay we were i constant whatsapp and phone contact and we started opening up. She was in a psyche unit for attempted, u know. I told her could relate.
Now even these days technology throws me a curve ball - used to be meet, first base kiss, second bit of boob, third down stairs, 4th bury the python.
Day 3 we talked non-stop filth, shit I don't normally say during a four year relationship, ass play, bondage were mutually masturbating over skype for hours (luck had some actedinfil sp) but it was the best ever we promised not to record and i kept my promise (will I regret....)
- not sure what base that is. She kept wanting selfies, not ideal 4 days no food or sleep. but she really liked me and I really really like her. Our whatapp chats grew ridiculous over one week we had literally written a book all day all night.
Then she changed meds and became bi-polar as fuck - I said I was getting of on the photo's of her bent over playing (great big boobies) with herself and one of her in her car with a new hair cut and professional make up
- she went mental, sent me a photo of her in bed and said I was a pig for liking her with make up on - I just said that you know your in the psych ward, but that photo looks to me like a woman who could be a manager, anything - just confident and in control. Christ - now i'm trying to change her - she just wants to be a good Mum. I said fine sorry, you miss-understood. Eventually things calm but I lost my root and the the kisses become less, we are still addicted to talking - I tell her that I spent 6 weeks in rehab - The reaction! Absolutely hates drugs and drink (family) doesn't believe its a disease, that its the most selfish thing anyone could do. It's behaviour.
I questioned whether her actions could be considered selfish considering she only 23 and has 3 kids - NUKE - she had a brain thing I was just wasting resources - but not before mentioning her 'resources' that she has been in and out since she was 13 and for someone who was going to... she was laughing pretty hard for 6hrs 24 hours after. I Knew I'd crossed a line. I stepped back, took 150mg of 3 mixed with 70mg of lidocaine - perfect mix for me (although that was a huge dose) vaped 30mg waited for the rush to subside, the empathy and sublty and dopamine and of course till i could feel my face.
Braced myself for the inevitable, got comments like everyone prefers me without make up and, the nastiest of all I have options you know. Now this hurt. I could of sent her pictures of me and a 9/10 stripper I dated in Melbourne for 4 months, but just replied we all hae options and I'm sorry if I offended you it was never my intention - its 6/7am she sleeps while i work on my screen play.
Saturday mate calls round and we have great banter and seriously caine the fuck outta it still 7g left or so plus 50g of lidocaine. I'm attentive to whatsapp, though in the morning I did say this is crazy, lets take a little time off but I want to send you some videos on addiction.
She replied about lunch with 'I watched the videos they were very interesting' this was genuine but her anger at me still taking a (greatly reduced amount of) benzos was enough for me keep the 3-FMP firmly locked in the bag.
As this shit goes Sunday rolls round, mate splits about 3 but thank god he does a little tidy before heading - now this matters, but my flat is deliberately shit. I was 100% 'People, places, things' so left the city and got a small basement flat. I could of had a free suite of furniture but turned it down I live in the living room, the bedroom is storage ad the kitchen has life-forms i'm hoping produce a red-letter day.
So Shes got a day out and she looks fantastic, hair done, new dress but this time i'm wary - so I told jesus you are stunning, bit pale tho. I tried to make this into a reference that 'yes your great on the outside, but inside...'
Totally lost in translation, was a bit obscure tbf - bombardment why are you always so negative to me, everyone has said I look great I can't stand all this negativity, sorry abbreviation of my name I don't think this will work - I reply I hate being called that. Another photo and I do shower her with genuine praise, also tried to explain the pale allegory.
She's nicer to me I think this is to long, where is she i need to be in her. She agrees - although cos she felt a little slutty after skyping its 4 dates till we sleep together.
I'm 6 days in and starting to hallucinate a little. I am wrecked.
Phone call - i'm in your town, I've only an hour where are you? FUCK 1st impressions! Ive let my hygiene go to shit, Ive grown a beard, there's foil and baggies and scales and wee measuring spoons. 20+ lighters. I'm high as a kite. It's a small town, were talking 10 mins - clean myself or the paraphernalia - crystal maze gathering the coupons. So busy sticken the my sins in a draw the rest of the house is totally neglected - bare mattress, It looks weird. It looks bad. My clothes are cool tho, scrub my teeth 28 sprays of Paul Smith. Feel like the mental one, not the one out on day pass. Rude.
she parks up the street I go fetch, she is so much better much better looking than the photos. I have a t-shirt on and oversize jacket I immediately put her in and zip it up - in hindsight a fucking horrible thing to do to anyone. We kiss and its amazing, just flirty kisses with a lil tongue but our mouths fit like glove. Last 2 kisses like this ended in a 4 and 5 year relationship. No this is not a romance post.
I leave the kitchen light of and bring her into my flat/squat/crack den - shes shocked. 'Is that your bed?' yup, and sofa, and occasional chair. Immediately she clocks me, what am i on, deny, don't fuckn lie to me what are you on - well 7 day fucking crack binge does seem great so i say 4 ritalin (but shes busted the 50 fucking g's of lido) and a couple of vodka screw caps - she goes of on one over the caps, but lets the massive bag of powder slide. I don't want to look a her, i do want to, but i'm feeling shit. eventually we sit indian style, i take a lecture. Shes let down. Says I knew you were on something last few days - our first chat (6hrs) you were sober and I couldn't believe I met someone like you, I said the same (in my head i said well actually I was totally of my tits the whole time you've known me) she says your so different sober (i am?) I cant have drugs or anything round my kids, we can't be together if your using. I agree - and i fucking want this, I believe she would be the missing bit in my life. I can build ebikes and write get a little place by the shore, sen her everyday - sober - I remind her that bar being korean shes broken all my rules, too young, 3 kids, mental issues. shouts at me, tells me how to live. Admit I'm not perfect but neither is she. That from flipping to 'its over' to an unannounced visit is a lil bi-polar. but shes so beautiful and were on completely the same wave length - both kinda disatisfied we kiss more, it's over an hour and we have to run back to her car. Some how make a 2nd date but she tells me don't put all your eggs in one basket... today I suggested that we have an affair, thro christmas, over our birthdays. Then I'll either move close to her or leave the country. She tells me she gets 60 messages a day on POF and 200 meet me's.
We can't talk today because its a big social worker day and the ex has applied for full custody. Ok, but I thought I'd just look at POF - there she is - and shes changed her profile photo to the one I liked but she went mental over because I shouldn't like her with make up.
What a cluster fuck.