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So Thursday night I decide to walk up to the local pub around midnight. I had Yesterday and today off so I figured what the hell. After sitting bellied up to the bar for about 10 minutes this hot little 5 foot nothing 22 yr old 100 lber sits down next to me and we start talking. I ask her to play some pool and we play a couple games. Some flirting going on and she kisses me. We decide about 1:30 to head back to my place. We watch a movie and about half way through it we start going at it. We probably had about 4 hrs of sex that night and she had to be home at 8:30 am so I dropped her off and came home and got some friggin sleep. This is where things get interesting.
I wake up a few hours later and I have all these texts from her asking my why i'm not answering my phone and how she was just a one night thing and all this other bs. I call her and tell her i was sleeping and she says she wants to come over. Ok, I'm thinking. So I go pick her up(her car is in the shop). We get to talking and I find out some fucked up shit about her. Turns out she is a ex herion junkie and she had to be home that morning so her mom could take her to the methedone clinic. She's bi polar, slightly schitzo, and a whole handful of other problems. At this point I'm thinking fuck! Run! But I'm in my house. So we continue to hang out and I let her vent her issues. Then the bi polar shit kicks in. She's happy and upbeat one minute and out of no where she starts crying. At this point I am truely worried about this chick so i try consoling her. A few minutes later she snaps out of it and things are fine again.
So at this point I don't know if I actually care for this chick or simply pity her, but I make us a nice steak dinner. She is extremely appreciative. Afteerwards we go at it agin for an hour or so. This chick is amazing in the sack BTW. Later we have a couple drinks. She's not even done with her first one and can barely stay awake. She spent most of the afternoon asleep in my arms on the couch. She drops her cig like 3 times and then her drink, thankfully it was empty. Now I am getting very annoyed. She starts crying again and this goes on all night until she finally falls asleep. I sit up for about 2 hours wondering how the fuck I got myself into this shit.
I drop her off again this morning so she can go to the methodone clinic again, and come home and go back to sleep. I just woke up.
here's my conundrum. This chick is hot, and awesome in the sack. She's nuttier than squirrel shit and obiously has more issues than People magazine. I know I need to get away, but I am genuinely concerned for her well being. She says everyone always leaves her and she lives alone and crys all the time and wants to die half the time. I don't want this chick to go and off herself. I'll feel responsible.
WTF do I do?
Oh and why are the crazy ass chicks always the best in bed?
I sure know how to pick em.
I wake up a few hours later and I have all these texts from her asking my why i'm not answering my phone and how she was just a one night thing and all this other bs. I call her and tell her i was sleeping and she says she wants to come over. Ok, I'm thinking. So I go pick her up(her car is in the shop). We get to talking and I find out some fucked up shit about her. Turns out she is a ex herion junkie and she had to be home that morning so her mom could take her to the methedone clinic. She's bi polar, slightly schitzo, and a whole handful of other problems. At this point I'm thinking fuck! Run! But I'm in my house. So we continue to hang out and I let her vent her issues. Then the bi polar shit kicks in. She's happy and upbeat one minute and out of no where she starts crying. At this point I am truely worried about this chick so i try consoling her. A few minutes later she snaps out of it and things are fine again.
So at this point I don't know if I actually care for this chick or simply pity her, but I make us a nice steak dinner. She is extremely appreciative. Afteerwards we go at it agin for an hour or so. This chick is amazing in the sack BTW. Later we have a couple drinks. She's not even done with her first one and can barely stay awake. She spent most of the afternoon asleep in my arms on the couch. She drops her cig like 3 times and then her drink, thankfully it was empty. Now I am getting very annoyed. She starts crying again and this goes on all night until she finally falls asleep. I sit up for about 2 hours wondering how the fuck I got myself into this shit.
I drop her off again this morning so she can go to the methodone clinic again, and come home and go back to sleep. I just woke up.
here's my conundrum. This chick is hot, and awesome in the sack. She's nuttier than squirrel shit and obiously has more issues than People magazine. I know I need to get away, but I am genuinely concerned for her well being. She says everyone always leaves her and she lives alone and crys all the time and wants to die half the time. I don't want this chick to go and off herself. I'll feel responsible.
WTF do I do?
Oh and why are the crazy ass chicks always the best in bed?
I sure know how to pick em.
