So I’ve been at this for well over forty years and I’d say I reached the professional level very early on. I’ve known hundreds and hundreds of girls over the years and while never have I gone out looking for sex I have to admit that it has found me an embarrassing number of times. Fortunately for me I learned the game early on and those times that I did get schooled were mostly painless and often amusing. I attribute much of this to having never (or almost never) lowered my standards or compromised.
I say all that, not to boast but to give context to my current situation.
She is everything that I know to avoid. Former dancer, now waitress in a club. Past her prime having entered her thirties or what some call a leftover. Single mom of a year-old baby boy, as well as two more all by different absentee fathers. One large tattoo on her leg which of course screams red flag. The sex isn’t even that great, just kind of fair to midland. And forever broke as a depression era hobo.
But WTF kind of spell has she cast over me? How did she become my GF? Every time I think I’m out, she drags me back in.
Somebody please throw me a lifeline. LOLOLOLOL


You never know when a connection will appear. Logic says stay the fuck away....but other factors reel you in.
Hang on and enjoy the ride.