hondarobot
05-30-2006, 08:02 AM
I'm posting this just to clear my head.
I took a bus from Minneapolis to Arizona last summer, rode 1500 miles into the heart of the desert. I can't imagine too many things stupider then that. The whole bus aspect was really bad, I wouldn't recommend it, but I have an irrational fear of flying in planes and I don't own a car, taking the train was complicated and involved too many stop overs and transfers. Sometimes a guy just has to bite the bullet.
I did this to meet a girl. I thought it was the only way I could get her to trust me. She was entrenched in the internet/porn scene and had some issues with trusting people, although even now she would probably never admit it.
I told her I was coming to see her two months in advance, and everything seemed great for the most part. A few days before I was set to take vacation she emailed me and told me not to come down. I think she was scared that I was some crazy stalker. I didn't fold, and left for my trip as scheduled.
When I arrived at the resort I was staying at, I had already given her my cell phone number and told her where I would be. I figured, even though she didn't contact me, she would show up to surprise me. She didn't. She didn't do anything. I had a good time hanging out at the bar blabbing with people, then emailed her and told her she was a bad person.
She emailed me the next morning, but she wouldn't meet me at the resort. She offered to pick me up and bring me to another location, but honestly at that point I was starting to wonder just what would happen if I let her do something like that. Where the hell was she intending to bring me? I took a cab and met her at the hook up point.
I got a beer and sat at a table waiting for her to arrive. She called eventually and asked if I was sitting with a bunch of bikers. Huh? I looked around and saw a bunch of bikers nearby, I think I made a joke that I was partying with them, and it turns out she was peeking in the window.
Then she walked in.
She was beautiful. I'm not just saying that, I've had countless "that's like a scene from a movie!" times in my life. I felt like Bogart meeting Lauren Bacall at that moment.
She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.
We hugged, had fun, got some drinks, partied, had a good time. Then we got back to the resort.
She dove topless into a blue lit, sand lined pool. I can still clearly picture that moment, it was amazing, her body was a work of art, grace in motion. I wouldn't get in the pool with her because I have this issue with having drowned when I was a kid, it's long story.
We ended up back in my room, and she didn't go there just to get some sleep. Unfortunately it did end up getting strange. A guy in bed with his dream girl should be raging hard and desperate to fuck, but I just wanted to talk to her. I've been in bed with lots of beautiful girls, this was something different.
We did talk, we made out, we had a great time and I loved just being with her. This wasn't an "escort" situation or a porn scene or anything weird. Then we got some sleep, but woke up a few hours later..
This is the point in the story where things fucked up. I told her I was going to make her squirt. Not a fetish thing, just being honest. But then she went home.
It would have been nice if she had met me for breakfast the next morning, but she didn't.
The reason things got messed up are numerous, faults on my part as well as hers, and it wasn't on account of a "secret boyfriend". I do feel bad, but I had to tell the story at some point, and now it's been told. I considered her a true friend for almost two years, but she still won't talk to me.
And that's the truth.
If anyone has any comments on this thread, keep 'em to yourselves. This wasn't meant for anyone but her. I would have just emailed her, but she already knows the story and wouldn't respond to me anyways. And yeah, I know I need to get over the whole thing, that's why I posted this.
It's a virtual form of therapy at this point, and now I've talked to the doctor.
I took a bus from Minneapolis to Arizona last summer, rode 1500 miles into the heart of the desert. I can't imagine too many things stupider then that. The whole bus aspect was really bad, I wouldn't recommend it, but I have an irrational fear of flying in planes and I don't own a car, taking the train was complicated and involved too many stop overs and transfers. Sometimes a guy just has to bite the bullet.
I did this to meet a girl. I thought it was the only way I could get her to trust me. She was entrenched in the internet/porn scene and had some issues with trusting people, although even now she would probably never admit it.
I told her I was coming to see her two months in advance, and everything seemed great for the most part. A few days before I was set to take vacation she emailed me and told me not to come down. I think she was scared that I was some crazy stalker. I didn't fold, and left for my trip as scheduled.
When I arrived at the resort I was staying at, I had already given her my cell phone number and told her where I would be. I figured, even though she didn't contact me, she would show up to surprise me. She didn't. She didn't do anything. I had a good time hanging out at the bar blabbing with people, then emailed her and told her she was a bad person.
She emailed me the next morning, but she wouldn't meet me at the resort. She offered to pick me up and bring me to another location, but honestly at that point I was starting to wonder just what would happen if I let her do something like that. Where the hell was she intending to bring me? I took a cab and met her at the hook up point.
I got a beer and sat at a table waiting for her to arrive. She called eventually and asked if I was sitting with a bunch of bikers. Huh? I looked around and saw a bunch of bikers nearby, I think I made a joke that I was partying with them, and it turns out she was peeking in the window.
Then she walked in.
She was beautiful. I'm not just saying that, I've had countless "that's like a scene from a movie!" times in my life. I felt like Bogart meeting Lauren Bacall at that moment.
She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.
We hugged, had fun, got some drinks, partied, had a good time. Then we got back to the resort.
She dove topless into a blue lit, sand lined pool. I can still clearly picture that moment, it was amazing, her body was a work of art, grace in motion. I wouldn't get in the pool with her because I have this issue with having drowned when I was a kid, it's long story.
We ended up back in my room, and she didn't go there just to get some sleep. Unfortunately it did end up getting strange. A guy in bed with his dream girl should be raging hard and desperate to fuck, but I just wanted to talk to her. I've been in bed with lots of beautiful girls, this was something different.
We did talk, we made out, we had a great time and I loved just being with her. This wasn't an "escort" situation or a porn scene or anything weird. Then we got some sleep, but woke up a few hours later..
This is the point in the story where things fucked up. I told her I was going to make her squirt. Not a fetish thing, just being honest. But then she went home.
It would have been nice if she had met me for breakfast the next morning, but she didn't.
The reason things got messed up are numerous, faults on my part as well as hers, and it wasn't on account of a "secret boyfriend". I do feel bad, but I had to tell the story at some point, and now it's been told. I considered her a true friend for almost two years, but she still won't talk to me.
And that's the truth.
If anyone has any comments on this thread, keep 'em to yourselves. This wasn't meant for anyone but her. I would have just emailed her, but she already knows the story and wouldn't respond to me anyways. And yeah, I know I need to get over the whole thing, that's why I posted this.
It's a virtual form of therapy at this point, and now I've talked to the doctor.