(A few months ago I had a fun conversation with a fellow redditor about damaged/broken/victimized girls [like her] and guys who are good at picking up on this damage [like me]. She wanted more details about this story and since I wrote it up I figured I’d share it. )
So this was back when I lived in Boston. One summer I was really having a go at fucking a lot of damaged ok Cupid girls. Even on the internet there’s a victim-walk. Or a victim-profile, really. Anyway, k’s profile screamed it. Ill call her k because I legit don’t remember if her name was kirsten or Kristen or kiersten or Denise or whatever. But she was tall, pale, and skinny so I was on it.
We met at shitty hipster dive A (“the silhouette”) and physically approved of one another over small talk that mostly amounted to looking at each other’s mouths and ordering drinks. I think it’s at this point she starts talking about Annette Schwartz being her favorite porn star.
I started pushing her around in small ways, partially verbally (“stop, hold on, don’t move”) and partially physically, putting hands upon her, redirecting her, letting her feel how wide my fingers can stretch around her neck.