so yesterday i befriended this random guy (had no intentions of fucking him and it stayed that way) and we had some beers, he crashed at my parents (snuck him in), and today we drove out early and went into an abandoned building, mountainbiked, had tons of beers, took my dog on a walk, hung out with my friend at her work, somehow met a graffiti museum owner and artist named Gonzo, chilled at another park where he befriended some wannabe hippie douchebags.
like i think we spent more than a straight 26 hours together since last night, so i was getting sick of him later on, but it was all kinda nuts i got to make a friend like that and we conquered so much stuff. pretty badass. this was my first time that so much shits happened in 26 hours with a person from the moment i met them. you guys get moments like these?
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Not really. I love adventures and all, but having my son 24/7 prevents me from adventuring with anyone but him. It's actually pretty cool. Nothing beats seeing how he reacts to something new and knowing that the smile on his face is pure and genuine. It's the ultimate compliment. "Thank you for giving me something that makes me happy."
I really wish I could articulate it better than that. It's an emotion that's hard to describe to someone that doesn't have children. Better than any drug I've ever consumed, because it comes both from within yourself and outside yourself at the same time. It's a completeness that I have never experienced in any other way.
Fatherhood is my new frontier, and every day is an adventure.
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that kind of sucks but i guess that's kind of cool Hamp. and i get what you're saying, although, i've yet to feel anything like that since i don't have a kid.
and yeah i think the best part of the day was meeting Gonzo. that was like surreal.
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Jerome that is awesome sadly that doesn't happen too often with me
But like one time in Madrid me and this Australian guy hung out for a day. He was pretty cool like I thought at first he was gonna be a douche cuz he's tally a cool guy you know but we ended up just spending like 9 hours soon random shit in Spain. We climbed trees, walked aroun the city, talked about everything from black ppl to global warming to south park and we climbed on these statues and walked through this epic park and said "nigger" really loudly with no consequences because we were in spain
haha laughed at the nigger shouting part, damn. n' yeah i wish stuff like this would happen more often to me. climbing trees and statues with a random person for all day sounds super rad.
When I was 17 I met a chick that lived in Cali back when MTV's website had chatrooms (dont think they do anymore). We eventually started talking on the phone and a couple months later she sprang the craziest fucking thing on me. She said she convinced her step dad to buy me a round trip ticket (from TN) to California as a graduation present. The catch was that it was for the very next day.
Next day comes. I chicken out. I mean, my parents would have surely said no, and sneaking out was an insane idea. I called her and told her I couldn't do it. Later, she says the ticket is still valid and that she'll suck me dry for a week straight if I do it. I told her
Didn't sleep at all that night. Packed my shit and waited for morning. When morning finally came I had to talk my brother into driving me about 30 miles to Nashville International Airport while my parents were asleep, and off I went. I called my mom from Chicago and had to calm her down because she was hysterical. Somehow I convinced her to just let me have this adventure. I honestly don't see how, though. She wanted me to stay in Chicago so she could come get me at first.
Anyway, I finally get to Cali and her parents were cool as shit, and they loved my southern charm. Hell, even her 13 year old sister wanted to throw the pussy at me. Her mom took us site seeing all over central and northern Cali. Most of that time I was finger banging her daughter under covers in the back seat. We fucked like jacked up rabbits every chance we got. Even fucked her on the roof of her house the night before my return flight.
And, that's the story of how Hamp Daddy lost his virginity. The people that know the story still call me California Dreaming from time to time.
Tl/Dr - This chick convinced her parents to fly me out to California so I could fuck her silly for a week as a graduation present, and that is how I lost my virginity. You jelly?
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OH shit i had forgotten about this until i saw the thread title.
So some cuban kid walks up to me when im filling my truck up in town, got all these tattoos, wearing a wifebeater and some baggy shorts, asks me for a ride to the pawn shop for some cash, puts a 20 in my palm. I'm like shit why not, todays a good day to make money/ get mugged as any, so i do it.
Anyways hes got this big ass gold chain that he probably stole, so we hit the first pawn shop and they wouldnt take it wihtout ID. So we go to like 409986 pawn shops in hope of selling this shit, finally he comes back out of one with a fucking WAD of cash, tosses me a benji, and says "i need to get to sumter" (about a thirty minute ride). I don't know what possessed me to agree but i was feeling pretty ballsy by now with all the cash flying around so i went for it.
We get to sumter and go to the rough (black) side of town and he hops out at these apts. Im out there for 30 minutes in my truck sitting in the middle of the jungle with all these nigs staring at me from their porches. He fucking comes running from around the corner with a fucking gun in his hand screaming DRIVE DRIVE, so i throw that bitch in reverse and GTFO, while he hops in the bed. We get back to the decent side of town and he gets in the cab, and tells me im a good dude, etc, etc, and throws another benji my way, go to the gas station you got me at. Trip home was uneventful, i learned a lot about cuban food and his family and we got to deciding we were similar dudes.
Dropped him off, he gave me another 20, and said "via con dios" i shit thou not. never saw him again.
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One time when I was valeting cars I did coke with this professional skateboarder's dad until 3 in the morning
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OH shit i had forgotten about this until i saw the thread title.
So some cuban kid walks up to me when im filling my truck up in town, got all these tattoos, wearing a wifebeater and some baggy shorts, asks me for a ride to the pawn shop for some cash, puts a 20 in my palm. I'm like shit why not, todays a good day to make money/ get mugged as any, so i do it.
Anyways hes got this big ass gold chain that he probably stole, so we hit the first pawn shop and they wouldnt take it wihtout ID. So we go to like 409986 pawn shops in hope of selling this shit, finally he comes back out of one with a fucking WAD of cash, tosses me a benji, and says "i need to get to sumter" (about a thirty minute ride). I don't know what possessed me to agree but i was feeling pretty ballsy by now with all the cash flying around so i went for it.
We get to sumter and go to the rough (black) side of town and he hops out at these apts. Im out there for 30 minutes in my truck sitting in the middle of the jungle with all these nigs staring at me from their porches. He fucking comes running from around the corner with a fucking gun in his hand screaming DRIVE DRIVE, so i throw that bitch in reverse and GTFO, while he hops in the bed. We get back to the decent side of town and he gets in the cab, and tells me im a good dude, etc, etc, and throws another benji my way, go to the gas station you got me at. Trip home was uneventful, i learned a lot about cuban food and his family and we got to deciding we were similar dudes.
Dropped him off, he gave me another 20, and said "via con dios" i shit thou not. never saw him again.
Why do I always run out of thanks just before someone posts some epic fucking shit?
Because we only get 10/day; that's fucking why. : soooodamnmad:
Bump that shit to 20, yo.
P.S. I owe you a thanks.
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Not really. I love adventures and all, but having my son 24/7 prevents me from adventuring with anyone but him. It's actually pretty cool. Nothing beats seeing how he reacts to something new and knowing that the smile on his face is pure and genuine. It's the ultimate compliment. "Thank you for giving me something that makes me happy."
I really wish I could articulate it better than that. It's an emotion that's hard to describe to someone that doesn't have children. Better than any drug I've ever consumed, because it comes both from within yourself and outside yourself at the same time. It's a completeness that I have never experienced in any other way.
Fatherhood is my new frontier, and every day is an adventure.
I said, "MY" new frontier. He's my first and only child. I'm raising him without his mother. Even if she were here, it would still be a new personal frontier for me as an individual person. Y u no get dat lollyfaggler?
I'm certainly not the first father in the world, but I now understand that cliche emotion of being the luckiest father in the world. It really is a feeling that exists at the end of the day despite whatever bullshit happened during it's course.
U undastan y this so hard to essplane?
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I said, "MY" new frontier. He's my first and only child. I'm raising him without his mother. Even if she were here, it would still be a new personal frontier for me as an individual person. Y u no get dat lollyfaggler?
I'm certainly not the first father in the world, but I now understand that cliche emotion of being the luckiest father in the world. It really is a feeling that exists at the end of the day despite whatever bullshit happened during it's course.
U undastan y this so hard to essplane?
I bet you post all your little adventures on Facebook right? Haha jk bro, good for you.
OH shit i had forgotten about this until i saw the thread title.
So some cuban kid walks up to me when im filling my truck up in town, got all these tattoos, wearing a wifebeater and some baggy shorts, asks me for a ride to the pawn shop for some cash, puts a 20 in my palm. I'm like shit why not, todays a good day to make money/ get mugged as any, so i do it.
Anyways hes got this big ass gold chain that he probably stole, so we hit the first pawn shop and they wouldnt take it wihtout ID. So we go to like 409986 pawn shops in hope of selling this shit, finally he comes back out of one with a fucking WAD of cash, tosses me a benji, and says "i need to get to sumter" (about a thirty minute ride). I don't know what possessed me to agree but i was feeling pretty ballsy by now with all the cash flying around so i went for it.
We get to sumter and go to the rough (black) side of town and he hops out at these apts. Im out there for 30 minutes in my truck sitting in the middle of the jungle with all these nigs staring at me from their porches. He fucking comes running from around the corner with a fucking gun in his hand screaming DRIVE DRIVE, so i throw that bitch in reverse and GTFO, while he hops in the bed. We get back to the decent side of town and he gets in the cab, and tells me im a good dude, etc, etc, and throws another benji my way, go to the gas station you got me at. Trip home was uneventful, i learned a lot about cuban food and his family and we got to deciding we were similar dudes.
Dropped him off, he gave me another 20, and said "via con dios" i shit thou not. never saw him again.
Damn Patman, that's pretty badass. Sounds like the best random adventure ever, must've been nuts.
And Hamp, that's also a fairly crazy story of yours too. Wonder who else gets plane tickets bought for them randomly.
I'm out of thanks for both stories now, will come back later.
OH shit i had forgotten about this until i saw the thread title.
So some cuban kid walks up to me when im filling my truck up in town, got all these tattoos, wearing a wifebeater and some baggy shorts, asks me for a ride to the pawn shop for some cash, puts a 20 in my palm. I'm like shit why not, todays a good day to make money/ get mugged as any, so i do it.
Anyways hes got this big ass gold chain that he probably stole, so we hit the first pawn shop and they wouldnt take it wihtout ID. So we go to like 409986 pawn shops in hope of selling this shit, finally he comes back out of one with a fucking WAD of cash, tosses me a benji, and says "i need to get to sumter" (about a thirty minute ride). I don't know what possessed me to agree but i was feeling pretty ballsy by now with all the cash flying around so i went for it.
We get to sumter and go to the rough (black) side of town and he hops out at these apts. Im out there for 30 minutes in my truck sitting in the middle of the jungle with all these nigs staring at me from their porches. He fucking comes running from around the corner with a fucking gun in his hand screaming DRIVE DRIVE, so i throw that bitch in reverse and GTFO, while he hops in the bed. We get back to the decent side of town and he gets in the cab, and tells me im a good dude, etc, etc, and throws another benji my way, go to the gas station you got me at. Trip home was uneventful, i learned a lot about cuban food and his family and we got to deciding we were similar dudes.
Dropped him off, he gave me another 20, and said "via con dios" i shit thou not. never saw him again.
Damn Patman, that's pretty badass. Sounds like the best random adventure ever, must've been nuts.
And Hamp, that's also a fairly crazy story of yours too. Wonder who else gets plane tickets bought for them randomly.
I'm out of thanks for both stories now, will come back later.
There was quite a bit of lying involved on her part. She told her parents that I was an old friend that moved to TN with adoptive parents after mine died somehow. By the time I got there, they had talked to my mom and discovered that she and my dad were, in fact, not dead. I didn't have to explain a thing. Just that I had no idea she had even asked them for such a gift, and was totally caught off guard by the spontaneity of it all. I guess, that's another reason they liked me...it wasn't me that lied to them.
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I have had a few interesting adventures with random people.
One that comes to mind nearly immediately is one that I actually posted about back on Totse in 2006.
I entitled the thread: So I might have AIDS... (A story of adultery, drugs, and the mentally ill)
And the post, unedited, in it's completely original 2006 glory, is as follows:
I just had probably one of the most epically fucked up weekends of my life...
The more fucked up parts all started occurring a few days ago, after pulling 2 all-nighters in a row with the aid of alcohol, cocaine, and ecstasy. A friend and I ended up stranded in a nearby town for the night, and it was around 5 am. A woman approached my friend and I asking if we were looking for 'down' (Heroin, for those who don't know). Since I love heroin much more than ecstasy and cocaine, and have been craving it alot lately, I got excited, and immediately jumped at the opportunity to buy some.
I went to the ATM inside a nearby gas station and took out a bunch of cash, and then gave 20 to the woman. She came back about 10 minutes later, and the two of us (my friend stayed behind) went into a nearby bush. She then proceeds to pull out a pipe, loads it, and then gives me a hit. I didn't see her load it, so I was expecting heroin, but I definitely tasted crack. She told me that it was cut with down. I didn't believe her, but I figured that it was better than nothing. Plus I was starting to enjoy her company.
She was actually quite attractive for a homeless drug addict. I guessed her age at 24, but she admitted to being 33. She had been homeless for over two and a half years. She also has a 9 year old daughter, but she doesn't see her very often. She's also extremely bipolar.
We then went off to find a new spot, and since the buses had begun running again, my friend just went home. We ended up hanging out in this underground hallway for a while, smoking crack together and just talking about stuff. I actually started to take a liking to her. After a while, probably a bit delirious from being awake for over 50 hours, and a bit intoxicated from the drugs, I just said out of nowhere: "What if we were to move in together?" (Keep in mind, I've only known this woman for little over an hour).
She said she would love to. We started making plans, and then decided to head back out to my hometown to start looking for vacant suites available for rent. We went back to my moms house while she was at work, so that we could do some research online for vacancies. While we were there though, we were drinking beer, smoking more crack and a bit of heroin.
I ended up too messed up to even do any research, so we just decided to watch a movie, and that I would let her stay in my room with me until tomorrow when we would go and find a place. Shortly thereafter though, my mom barged into my room (as she always does), and must have started making all kinds of assumptions since I had a 33 year old woman in my room. She told me that she had to be gone by the time she got back home from taking my sister to hockey (2 hours later).
Well, about 15 minutes later, a couple of my moms friends barge in my room and one of them tells my newly found friend to get out of the house right away, and in a VERY impolite way. She wasn't even fully dressed (she had changed into pajamas). They were treating her like she was absolutely nothing, like her life didn't matter. I was infuriated at this prejudice and lack of compassion. I immediately threw on my jacket and grabbed whatever essentials I could within the alloted time, and we both left the house.
As I was leaving, my mom asks me where I'm going and demands me to stay. I said I wasn't going to abandon a friend in need. She then said, "Do you realize what she is?" I told her, "Yeah, she's a human being. A living person like you or me, who just might have made a few mistakes in the past." Then I slammed the door and left to catch up to her.
We ended up staying in the cheapest hotel we could find that night. We picked up some liquor, crack, and heroin, as well as some food just in case.
The night was amazing. Not just because of the drugs, or the sex, but because I was really starting to like her. We had an awesome time. We talked. We played around on the bed. She even modeled a bunch of her sexy outfits she picked up at the thrift store. She also said some things to me that I had never really heard before. She told me that even just the way I touched her made her feel so good. She said that no one had ever made her feel that way. She made me feel special and important. It might seem like she was just trying to flatter me or something (although I don't see what that would accomplish anyway), but she even started crying a bit at some point, telling me that I was just so good to her and made her feel so good. When I finally completely undressed her and was about to go inside her, she said "I've been waiting for this since we met". (She also said I was amazing in bed, especially my durability, like the "energizer bunny" she said, lol) She also said that what made the sex the greatest was the feeling to it. She said that it was more emotional than just fucking, like we were actually making love. She even told me a few times that she loved me and she could actually see us being together for a long time.
Anyway, here's where it gets really fucking weird...
After about 30 minutes or so of having sex, she suddenly twitches really fast. She then stops moving completely and gives me one of the scariest looks I've ever seen. She looked absolutely horrified. She was kinda shaking too. This freaked the shit out of me since it came completely out of nowhere. I asked her what was wrong, and she started going on about red dragons, exorcism, and all this other really creepy satanic-type stuff. She was being really vague about it though. She gets off the bed and starts freaking out, saying that "they" are coming. I was in absolute fucking shock. This was probably one of the scariest experiences of my life. I had no idea what to do to calm her down or to get her to talk rationally.
You could tell within minutes of meeting her that there was *something* wrong with her, but for the most part, it didn't manifest itself in such an intense way. I slammed back 3 beers, back to back, and then sparked up a smoke. I had no idea how to react. She started crying and so we hugged for a bit. Then we decided to go for a walk outside for a bit. At this point she turned into kinda like a little kid (I swear she must have split personalities). She was all happy and playful now. She even spoke in a really "cute" voice now. We sat down on a curb so that I could finish another drink, and she cuddled up next to me and told me how happy she was to have found me. After a bit, we go back, and go to sleep.
We wake up the next morning in a rush to pack all our stuff, and to clean the place up before check-out time. At this point she transforms into another one of her personalities. She goes into uber-bitch mode. She started yelling at me for everything and anything she could think of. Although after she has a coffee and a cigarette, she calmed down.
Anyway, this brings me forward to this morning. She panhandles about 5 bucks, and I put in another 5 so we can go in on some crack to start our day, before we go looking at basement suites. While we're at the bus station (where all the dealers congregate), we run into this guy who decides to talk to me privately. He asks me how I know the girl I'm with, so I tell him that we just met, and are planning to move in together. Then the guy says, "Just forget about the moving in... She's my old lady. I disappeared for a bit, but I'm back now."
At this point, I'm feeling all kinds of emotions. For one thing, I'm feeling a bit heartbroken, as I really did develop feelings for this girl. Also, I'm a bit scared that he will somehow find out that we had sex (He was in his 30's most likely, and rather tough looking, and also with other guys his age). But then he drops another bomb...
"I'd be careful around her. She might be HIV positive, because I have it."
At this point, I have no idea what to think. I just stand there, staring at the ground, in a state that I can't even describe.
I then go over to Sheri (sp?), the woman who this thread is about, and tell her that I have to go. I can tell that she already knows what's going on, and how awkward things were all about to get, so she just asked for a hug before I went on my way.
Now I'm at home. I just got another lecture from my mom about "bringing addicts into the house", which just kinda rubbed it in a little more.
This might sound ridiculous, but the part that affects me the most is the fact that I may never see her again. The possibility that I may die of AIDS doesn't even phase me at the moment.
So there you have it. Yet another story of how I fell for someone too fast and ended up getting hurt so badly in the end.
All I have to remember her by is this little plastic gnome that she had in one of her bags for some reason. That, and the memories we shared together.
*sigh*
Life sucks.
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so yesterday i befriended this random guy (had no intentions of fucking him and it stayed that way) and we had some beers, he crashed at my parents (snuck him in), and today we drove out early and went into an abandoned building, mountainbiked, had tons of beers, took my dog on a walk, hung out with my friend at her work, somehow met a graffiti museum owner and artist named Gonzo, chilled at another park where he befriended some wannabe hippie douchebags.
like i think we spent more than a straight 26 hours together since last night, so i was getting sick of him later on, but it was all kinda nuts i got to make a friend like that and we conquered so much stuff. pretty badass. this was my first time that so much shits happened in 26 hours with a person from the moment i met them. you guys get moments like these?
That sounds pretty badass. I've had a few adventures like this. Shit is addictive. Now it's all I want to do with my life, really.
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When I was 17 I met a chick that lived in Cali back when MTV's website had chatrooms (dont think they do anymore). We eventually started talking on the phone and a couple months later she sprang the craziest fucking thing on me. She said she convinced her step dad to buy me a round trip ticket (from TN) to California as a graduation present. The catch was that it was for the very next day.
Next day comes. I chicken out. I mean, my parents would have surely said no, and sneaking out was an insane idea. I called her and told her I couldn't do it. Later, she says the ticket is still valid and that she'll suck me dry for a week straight if I do it. I told her
Didn't sleep at all that night. Packed my shit and waited for morning. When morning finally came I had to talk my brother into driving me about 30 miles to Nashville International Airport while my parents were asleep, and off I went. I called my mom from Chicago and had to calm her down because she was hysterical. Somehow I convinced her to just let me have this adventure. I honestly don't see how, though. She wanted me to stay in Chicago so she could come get me at first.
Anyway, I finally get to Cali and her parents were cool as shit, and they loved my southern charm. Hell, even her 13 year old sister wanted to throw the pussy at me. Her mom took us site seeing all over central and northern Cali. Most of that time I was finger banging her daughter under covers in the back seat. We fucked like jacked up rabbits every chance we got. Even fucked her on the roof of her house the night before my return flight.
And, that's the story of how Hamp Daddy lost his virginity. The people that know the story still call me California Dreaming from time to time.
Tl/Dr - This chick convinced her parents to fly me out to California so I could fuck her silly for a week as a graduation present, and that is how I lost my virginity. You jelly?
That's the best virginity-lost story I've ever heard.
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We need a zoklet meetup in Nashville. I'll bring my son. It'll be epic.
I'll change my name to changingdiaperman.
You guys live near Nashville? Shit. That's where I'm from.
I go to school in Knoxville now so most of my time is spent there, but I try to get out to Nash as often as possible. Cool shit.
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That sounds pretty badass. I've had a few adventures like this. Shit is addictive. Now it's all I want to do with my life, really.
That's the best virginity-lost story I've ever heard.
You guys live near Nashville? Shit. That's where I'm from.
I go to school in Knoxville now so most of my time is spent there, but I try to get out to Nash as often as possible. Cool shit.
That's cool. Nashville would make a great place for a meetup. Plus, it's summertime. Parks, shows, bars, and Percy Priest. Has a Nashville meetup ever been at least attempted? The titty bars alone make it worth the effort.
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That's cool. Nashville would make a great place for a meetup. Plus, it's summertime. Parks, shows, bars, and Percy Priest. Has a Nashville meetup ever been at least attempted? The titty bars alone make it worth the effort.
Don't think so, man. I would think I would've seen a Nashville meet-up on here.
lol be sure to bring your son to the strip club with us.
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I have had a few interesting adventures with random people.
One that comes to mind nearly immediately is one that I actually posted about back on Totse in 2006.
I entitled the thread: So I might have AIDS... (A story of adultery, drugs, and the mentally ill)
And the post, unedited, in it's completely original 2006 glory, is as follows:
I just had probably one of the most epically fucked up weekends of my life...
The more fucked up parts all started occurring a few days ago, after pulling 2 all-nighters in a row with the aid of alcohol, cocaine, and ecstasy. A friend and I ended up stranded in a nearby town for the night, and it was around 5 am. A woman approached my friend and I asking if we were looking for 'down' (Heroin, for those who don't know). Since I love heroin much more than ecstasy and cocaine, and have been craving it alot lately, I got excited, and immediately jumped at the opportunity to buy some.
I went to the ATM inside a nearby gas station and took out a bunch of cash, and then gave 20 to the woman. She came back about 10 minutes later, and the two of us (my friend stayed behind) went into a nearby bush. She then proceeds to pull out a pipe, loads it, and then gives me a hit. I didn't see her load it, so I was expecting heroin, but I definitely tasted crack. She told me that it was cut with down. I didn't believe her, but I figured that it was better than nothing. Plus I was starting to enjoy her company.
She was actually quite attractive for a homeless drug addict. I guessed her age at 24, but she admitted to being 33. She had been homeless for over two and a half years. She also has a 9 year old daughter, but she doesn't see her very often. She's also extremely bipolar.
We then went off to find a new spot, and since the buses had begun running again, my friend just went home. We ended up hanging out in this underground hallway for a while, smoking crack together and just talking about stuff. I actually started to take a liking to her. After a while, probably a bit delirious from being awake for over 50 hours, and a bit intoxicated from the drugs, I just said out of nowhere: "What if we were to move in together?" (Keep in mind, I've only known this woman for little over an hour).
She said she would love to. We started making plans, and then decided to head back out to my hometown to start looking for vacant suites available for rent. We went back to my moms house while she was at work, so that we could do some research online for vacancies. While we were there though, we were drinking beer, smoking more crack and a bit of heroin.
I ended up too messed up to even do any research, so we just decided to watch a movie, and that I would let her stay in my room with me until tomorrow when we would go and find a place. Shortly thereafter though, my mom barged into my room (as she always does), and must have started making all kinds of assumptions since I had a 33 year old woman in my room. She told me that she had to be gone by the time she got back home from taking my sister to hockey (2 hours later).
Well, about 15 minutes later, a couple of my moms friends barge in my room and one of them tells my newly found friend to get out of the house right away, and in a VERY impolite way. She wasn't even fully dressed (she had changed into pajamas). They were treating her like she was absolutely nothing, like her life didn't matter. I was infuriated at this prejudice and lack of compassion. I immediately threw on my jacket and grabbed whatever essentials I could within the alloted time, and we both left the house.
As I was leaving, my mom asks me where I'm going and demands me to stay. I said I wasn't going to abandon a friend in need. She then said, "Do you realize what she is?" I told her, "Yeah, she's a human being. A living person like you or me, who just might have made a few mistakes in the past." Then I slammed the door and left to catch up to her.
We ended up staying in the cheapest hotel we could find that night. We picked up some liquor, crack, and heroin, as well as some food just in case.
The night was amazing. Not just because of the drugs, or the sex, but because I was really starting to like her. We had an awesome time. We talked. We played around on the bed. She even modeled a bunch of her sexy outfits she picked up at the thrift store. She also said some things to me that I had never really heard before. She told me that even just the way I touched her made her feel so good. She said that no one had ever made her feel that way. She made me feel special and important. It might seem like she was just trying to flatter me or something (although I don't see what that would accomplish anyway), but she even started crying a bit at some point, telling me that I was just so good to her and made her feel so good. When I finally completely undressed her and was about to go inside her, she said "I've been waiting for this since we met". (She also said I was amazing in bed, especially my durability, like the "energizer bunny" she said, lol) She also said that what made the sex the greatest was the feeling to it. She said that it was more emotional than just fucking, like we were actually making love. She even told me a few times that she loved me and she could actually see us being together for a long time.
Anyway, here's where it gets really fucking weird...
After about 30 minutes or so of having sex, she suddenly twitches really fast. She then stops moving completely and gives me one of the scariest looks I've ever seen. She looked absolutely horrified. She was kinda shaking too. This freaked the shit out of me since it came completely out of nowhere. I asked her what was wrong, and she started going on about red dragons, exorcism, and all this other really creepy satanic-type stuff. She was being really vague about it though. She gets off the bed and starts freaking out, saying that "they" are coming. I was in absolute fucking shock. This was probably one of the scariest experiences of my life. I had no idea what to do to calm her down or to get her to talk rationally.
You could tell within minutes of meeting her that there was *something* wrong with her, but for the most part, it didn't manifest itself in such an intense way. I slammed back 3 beers, back to back, and then sparked up a smoke. I had no idea how to react. She started crying and so we hugged for a bit. Then we decided to go for a walk outside for a bit. At this point she turned into kinda like a little kid (I swear she must have split personalities). She was all happy and playful now. She even spoke in a really "cute" voice now. We sat down on a curb so that I could finish another drink, and she cuddled up next to me and told me how happy she was to have found me. After a bit, we go back, and go to sleep.
We wake up the next morning in a rush to pack all our stuff, and to clean the place up before check-out time. At this point she transforms into another one of her personalities. She goes into uber-bitch mode. She started yelling at me for everything and anything she could think of. Although after she has a coffee and a cigarette, she calmed down.
Anyway, this brings me forward to this morning. She panhandles about 5 bucks, and I put in another 5 so we can go in on some crack to start our day, before we go looking at basement suites. While we're at the bus station (where all the dealers congregate), we run into this guy who decides to talk to me privately. He asks me how I know the girl I'm with, so I tell him that we just met, and are planning to move in together. Then the guy says, "Just forget about the moving in... She's my old lady. I disappeared for a bit, but I'm back now."
At this point, I'm feeling all kinds of emotions. For one thing, I'm feeling a bit heartbroken, as I really did develop feelings for this girl. Also, I'm a bit scared that he will somehow find out that we had sex (He was in his 30's most likely, and rather tough looking, and also with other guys his age). But then he drops another bomb...
"I'd be careful around her. She might be HIV positive, because I have it."
At this point, I have no idea what to think. I just stand there, staring at the ground, in a state that I can't even describe.
I then go over to Sheri (sp?), the woman who this thread is about, and tell her that I have to go. I can tell that she already knows what's going on, and how awkward things were all about to get, so she just asked for a hug before I went on my way.
Now I'm at home. I just got another lecture from my mom about "bringing addicts into the house", which just kinda rubbed it in a little more.
This might sound ridiculous, but the part that affects me the most is the fact that I may never see her again. The possibility that I may die of AIDS doesn't even phase me at the moment.
So there you have it. Yet another story of how I fell for someone too fast and ended up getting hurt so badly in the end.
All I have to remember her by is this little plastic gnome that she had in one of her bags for some reason. That, and the memories we shared together.
*sigh*
Life sucks.
Wus gonna Tl/Dr your ass...then, I readed it. Then, I lold a little.
So, do you have teh aids or not? Also, did your uncle also give you herpes?
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Parks for sure, though. We're working on saying, "Are you my mama?" to random hotties. Any day now he'll repeat it back...and I'll either sink of swim
lololol let's make this happen. We'll use your son to get into shenanigans. This plan is foolproof.
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Wus gonna Tl/Dr your ass...then, I readed it. Then, I lold a little.
So, do you have teh aids or not? Also, did your uncle also give you herpes?
It is a bit of a long one, I'll admit.
And actually, it turns out I was greatly overreacting. I had actually used a condom, but I was hyperparanoid and thought at the time that the risk was still significant. It turns out that, from what I read after the fact, even if I weren't wearing a condom, the risk would have still been pretty negligible from a one-time vaginal intercourse encounter.
lololol let's make this happen. We'll use your son to get into shenanigans. This plan is foolproof.
More than likely he'll be the one using us to get into shenanigans. Still, I like shenanigans.
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It is a bit of a long one, I'll admit.
And actually, it turns out I was greatly overreacting. I had actually used a condom, but I was hyperparanoid and thought at the time that the risk was still significant. It turns out that, from what I read after the fact, even if I weren't wearing a condom, the risk would have still been pretty negligible from a one-time vaginal intercourse encounter.
The uncle thing, well, that's another story...
So, you definitely have teh herp, then¿
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Even mine? Mine took place in the GVRD, and so you can identify with it to some extent for being a local story.
Also, it's like... me...
dude, i just went to port coquitlam tonight via Lougheed highway, got lost, then drove back, got lost again and got on the highway by accident. as i drove and drove, suddenly i saw a big huge white sign that says "entering city of Burnaby", i almost burst into tears.
I suppose that could make for a potential story, but it wasn't with a "random person." Rather, it was from a girlfriend...
Ouch...
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dude, i just went to port coquitlam tonight via Lougheed highway, got lost, then drove back, got lost again and got on the highway by accident. as i drove and drove, suddenly i saw a big huge white sign that says "entering city of Burnaby", i almost burst into tears.
I would need either a map, or a GPS device of some kind, to navigate throughout this area.
I think when I first started feeling the symptoms (burning during urination, extreme lower back/abdominal pain periodically, etc) we were only about 5 or 6 months into the relationship.
So, I think it is possible that it was latent in her until then, and that there was no infidelity involved. But I still found it pretty suspicious...
I think when I first started feeling the symptoms (burning during urination, extreme lower back/abdominal pain periodically, etc) we were only about 5 or 6 months into the relationship.
So, I think it is possible that it was latent in her until then, and that there was no infidelity involved. But I still found it pretty suspicious...
Who knows? Could've been latent, like you said. Either way, fuuuuck STDs.
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I would need either a map, or a GPS device of some kind, to navigate throughout this area.
y u no have GPS device?
that would actually confuse me even further. i uh, don't know how to read a GPS thingie. *is ashamed*
also, you too are confused by that section of Lougheed between burnaby and the tri-cities area? i got lost on my way there and got lost again on my way back.
but i am going back there again tomorrow in the broad day light. Must..conquer...Lougheed.
crazy ass adventure with a random person
Re: crazy ass adventure with a random person
y u no have GPS device?
