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Horrible OTC Adventure

rickdugan

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[Warning - this is long. Also, never let it be said that I only post about the good experiences - lol]

It was supposed to be simple. I pick her up at her motel, we go out for a few drinks and then spend a little time at my crash pad for a bit of one on one time. Simple, right? Wrong.

To set this up, she really fooled me into believing that she had her act together. Dancing at the club was supposedly a part-time job while she also waitressed. She certainly looked put together, girl next door beautiful, elegant, in her mid-20s and supposedly with a young child at home to support. She also sounded put together and rebuffed previous attempts to meet up OTC until a recent meeting, which went off fine. With one good meeting under our belts and all other pieces in place, I agreed to meet her on a night that she was not working.

The first tip off should have been the place at which I was slated to pick her up, which was a dumpy local motel. But, for a variety of reasons, I gave her the benefit of the doubt and did so.

Then, however, instead of heading directly to the drink spot, she asked me to first drive to downtown so that she could give her sister a little money. Ok, so she arranges a meet in a central location and my night just got longer, but I was game to be helpful. I was even willing to hand over a small piece of the payment for the night in advance in order to help, though at this point I was obviously wary. The meeting seemed to go ok, but what happened after blew my mind.

Next thing I know, she asked me to take her to a convenience store across the street and then disappears into the bathroom for 40 minutes. After a while I tried to call her, but no answer. The only reason I did not take off is because I was her ride home. Now it is 11:40, almost 1 1/2 hours after the initial pickup, and she finally emerges with some excuse about her cell phone dying, but I was now suspicious about just what was going on. At that point, I told her that we should call it a night and try again some other time, but she of course convinced me to stay out with her and we drove to a local bar for a few pops.

During the beginning of the bar visit, all was going well, with some flirting and the like going, but then, when we are preparing to leave the bar at about 12:45, she disappears again into the bathroom for another 40+ minutes! WTF?! I finally yelled into the bathroom and she emerged soon after. It was pushing 1:30 and the night is clearly shot as I cannot be out all night. I told her that I wanted to call it a night.

When we got back into the car, she was clearly fucked up - far more so than a few shots at the bar would explain. At one point she was so passed out that she crumpled forward into the foot well of the passenger seat - I stopped the car, checked her for a pulse and seriously contemplated taking her to the hospital. Not long after, she roused and started balling about not having a home, missing her kid (first I learned that she did not have custody), needing a friend, and how broke she was because she took the night off for this date and the club is her only income (I guess she is not waitressing after all).

Since she claimed not to have a home to go to, I offered to put her in the room that I rented anyway for this event, which she declined, crying, "But then what will I do tomorrow, what will I do tomorrow." over and over. Instead, she wanted me to bring her to someplace else where she thought that she could crash. It took her three tries, and a lot of driving, for her to remember where she was going to crash for the night, during which more crying ensued. She was a serious fucking mess at that point.

Finally, when we were close to the final location, she asked me to pull over at a convenience store so that she could use the bathroom. Again?! Yup, another 20+ minutes disappearance. By then it was almost 3:30 in the morning and my next day was fucked.

When I finally pulled into this apartment complex, she couldn't seem to remember the apartment number, nor was someone out there waiting for her. I didn't care. I just wanted her out of my damned car by that point. I felt nothing but cold anger at how this played out. I gave her a $20 so that she wouldn't be out there completely broke, since I'm sure that she handed over the original $50 that I fronted to her for the earlier night meetup (though I am now wondering what she actually spent it on), and then I took off. When I was driving off, she was screaming the name of someone from outside the building, no doubt hoping that her host would wake up and bring her in.

For all I know, nobody was going to be getting her and she would be stranded out there, messed up on something and will little money in her pocket, for the remainder of the night. Truth be told, I didn't give a fuck at that point. It was 3:30 in the morning and I was screwed in every way except the one that was supposed to happen. My White Knight days are long behind me and, given how she behaved, she got little sympathy from me. Two uncomplicated hours of her time would have set her up for at least a few days. Instead, she pulled all of that shit, wasting my entire night and then some, and put me in a very bad position for the next day in the process.

Unreal.