All of the events expressed below are as accurate as I can recall them. Considering my mind revisits what happened nearly every day, it feels seared into my mind. And while the dialogue may not be a word for word transcript, it isn’t too far off.
I’ve previously written about my ex-girlfriend Amy and how our very sexual relationship began. Amy was a 21-year old goth-light sexual muse who came on confidently for her age. I was nearly 10 years her senior and we had met at the gym. I was recently divorced, so when this pixie-faced, fit smoke show of a blonde with daddy issues took interest in me, my ego was stroked. I didn’t ignore the warning signs. Truth is, I was so enamored with the sex that I never even saw them.
Amy quickly began spending a lot of nights at my place and in my bed. For one-and-half-years she would open my eyes to what life with a nympho manic was about. With the consistency of a weather forecast, Amy was mostly elated with periods of toxic crazy. But I was happy to benefit from her overheated sexual libido which seemed a means to cope and soothe from a not so great family situation.