collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
*A note to everyone reading this:*
If you don’t like violence and sex mixing, then this probably won’t be your cup of tea. That’s fine, that’s why I tried to make the title as clear and concise as possible. When I start to get more descriptive with the violent stuff in later posts I’ll leave try to leave trigger warnings or something if people here think I should. I’ve heard that reddit has gotten really PC about that sort of stuff in the past few years.
Suffice it to say, that this isn’t about that whole year, just the first night I met them. This happened over a decade ago, but I recently found my notebook from that time and after rereading it, I decided that I feel I could rewrite it well enough to share. I kinda have to share it, because it was one of the craziest and simply most out-of-the-ordinary things I did in my twenties.
Lets just start off by saying that I was and still am an unabashed slut, though I’ve slowed down considerably since that time. As a college dropout, sleeping on friends couches or in one of my numerous fuck buddies’ beds, parties and hookups were basically my whole life at that time. I’m not ashamed of it because I was always going to be a fuckup as far as society was concerned, so I’ve always lived exactly the way I wanted to live. This whole thing started when I met a woman in a bar. She offered to buy me a drink to, and I quote, “Wash the taste out.” You see, I had just returned to the bar after leaving for five minutes to blow some random stranger in the backseat of his car because he was good looking and had bought me a couple drinks.