I gotta dig deep in the repressed memory bank for that little gem.
Slice O' Peach was the ultimate in psycho technology. We met many years ago via elitefitness of course. She lived in Dallas and I in Austin, so we decided to split the difference and meet in the middle, in Waco of all shitholes (of course, every dink town is a shithole between Austin and Dallas so I wasnt going to win that). We met at some roadside diner, actually I think it was a truckstop, just to add the right white trash ambience to the setting. She had baggy clothing on so I couldnt get a bead on her body, and the pics she posted on elite were not very definitive either, but she kept saying how she was into fitness and was in great shape on EF and blah blah, so I took her at her word.
After the bullshit smalltalk we went to the city park and (shit you not) laid out under a tree in the spring sun for even more mundane chit chat. After a little while I stated the obvious and said "why dont we get a hotel room or something". She was actually hesitant at first, but then Im sure she quickly realized she just drove a considerable distance to meet a total stranger and Im sure she came to her senses and thought "what was I thinking, we are here to fuck, not lay out under a tree". So I literally picked the cheapest roach infested shithole available upon cursory examination of the surroundings.
What happened after that is still a little hazy, but to my best recollection at some point we took off our clothes and I witnessed what I woman looks like when she has lost a ton of weight and still has the excess skin. Which explains the baggy clothes and vague pics she had online. I was hesitant at first, but then I quickly realized I just drove a considerable distance to meet a total stranger and I came to my senses and thought "what was I thinking, we are here to fuck, not lay out under a tree".
So we did it, although I dont remember much of it. Come to think of it I dont even remember her name, or if I ever knew it in the first place since everyone just called her peach. So you know that massive desire to flee the scene after fucking someone? To this day that was the worst time I felt that way, but thats what happens when youre young dumb and way too full of cum. And also on test at the time I think, so that made things worse. I dont even remember the bullshit story I told to get me the fuck out, but Im sure it was nobel prize worthy. Last thing I remembered was her crying while I was leaving and saying something like "dont forget me" or "remember me" or something.
Fuck dude, now youve got me all depressed about the stupid ass choices Ive made in the past just for your entertainment.