Suzy and I dated for several years. But I don’t really understand why. The relationship was a mess. She was fun, loved life and travel, loved trying new foods, really, on paper the kind of girl I’d go for.
From a distance you’d think she was the nicest girl you’ve ever met, because that’s the side she let others see. But she was also a narcissistic, hot headed, lunatic control freak. I was really only semi attracted to her: blond hair, A-cups, small ass, amazing muscular legs, girl-next-door-lower-end-of-pretty-face, her legs are what she had going for her physically. Sex was mediocre, bordering on inexperienced. She didn’t know what to do with her body and just sort of moved around in bed like a sack of concrete. BUT, it was adventurous sex. Which may be why I put up with her controlling rage and narcissism. If I ever wanted sex, all I had to do was initiate in some way, it didn’t matter where it was. She was down for it. Like in her parents driveway (that happened) or a hotel balcony (happened too) the middle of the back yard (yup) standing in front of the window at night with the lights on in our downtown condo overlooking one of the heavy foot traffic street in our town (no joke).