*This is my first time trying this ever, and hopefully it isn’t too long. Open to feedback. Wanted to share something in return for lots of other people posting great stories.*
Most people can relate. Sometimes you date someone who is, to put it as plainly and kindly as possible, crazy. There’s something there, it seems like love, but when it comes down to it, the sex is what’s really keep you together. That was Kate.
This was during the summer of my final days of college. She was just barely 21 while I was almost four years older. She was my younger woman, or at least the youngest girl I’ve ever dated in terms of age difference. A suburban blond girl who rolled with the in-crowd in high school. Bleached her hair a little too much but always made it look good. Never liked being seen without makeup and constantly worried about it being impeccable.
Needy but self-sufficient. Liked the music I didn’t like, watched the TV shows that I hated. Intelligent from her book smarts, but not in the same frame of mind as me when it comes to common sense. Always calling me a nerd while being asked to be referred to as a princess.