I had a fantastic two month relationship with this girl named Linda. We met at one of those outdoor Italian cafe restaurants; you know the type, very romantic, but very expensive. (Photo isn't her, just looks a lot like her. I'm into visual aids. :-)For some reason, we started having glass after glass of wine and laughing it up over the most silly things. She was cute, but I knew she was easy, so I wanted to maybe slow things down. After the third glass of wine and people around us laughing at all the sexual innuendo, we got in my car and went back to my townhouse. We opened a bottle of Chianti and put on an old Fellini film. We were kissing and touching each other. I took off my shirt and got on top of her. We both made some stupid jokes and I laughed so hard I fell off the sofa.
Nothing had happened so far and we paused to watch a scene in the movie. I told her I had to go to the bathroom what with all the wine we had. She said "Ok, but don't come out of the bathroom naked."
I went down the hall and of course came out of the bathroom naked. She was irritated with me, but couldn't stop looking. We joked around a little more and I put my pants back on. Then we had a few seconds of looking at each other lustfully and I took her back to the bedroom and we were doing it within about 3 minutes. It was weird as I hadn't done a first-dater in a long time, but it was incredible. Like they say, there is nothing better than boozy sex.
I dated her for about 9 weeks. It was always great sex and drinking too much. Then one day we had a major argument and she asked me to leave during the day (about 4pm) and I was trashed. I told her I'd be happy to leave, but could I arrange for a ride? When I couldn't wait and had to simply drive away very drunk, it was the last straw.
She called me and begged me to come by one last time. I stopped into her insurance agency and in the back office, she asked me to put my fingers inside of her. It was all too much and she was just too trashy so I took off. I do remember those weeks happily. Like they say, sometimes the "wrong" kind of girl is the "right" kind of girl. If you know what I mean.
