There was this girl that I had hooked up with at a bar in town. She had a boy friend, but when I saw her around, be it campus, the bar, or the library, she wouldn't hesitate to talk about her boyfriend and how (place negative adjective here) he was.
So one night at the bar she proceeds to really hit on me hard (by the way, I had a 14 page paper due the next day at noon) I'm all for it. We go out side for cigarettes, she brushes her tits on my arm, standing a little to close. I'm thinking, "sweet, gonna get laid tonight."
We go back to my place, and do the normal hot and heavy breathing, kissing, taking each others cloths off, and then on the bed. She's all for the heavy petting and oral that I give her, but no sex, won't even let me finger her to an orgasm.
she leaves, I finish my paper, and go to the final. And, to skip all the intervening months, her eventual parting of her former relationship. There was the the conflict with the mother, who, for reasons that escape me, didn't really approve of me (english majors have a bad rap). Not soon after, my ex moved out of her mother's house, and begins to request that I drive to see her every other day, 80 miles one way. I didn't mind too much, I liked the alone time, it gave me time to think about other things. things go on like this quietly; I help her out with things when I can-- buy shit with her for her apartment, and listen to her dreams of marrying me and adopting some kid from Brazil or something.
Things start to get weird after this. She starts to be very compulsive, and agitated, asking me if I'd leave her for someone else, and how come I don't move in; grabing me and kissing me violently; breaking up with me, and begging me to take her back. I was getting tired of the bull shit. A big part of me was saying she was cheating on me, the fact that she had started acting different in bed was one red flag; and she started to get a little possessive. Midterms, I was in the library working on one of two papers due in coming week, and I get the phone call. I had been expecting it, she had flipped her shit when I showed up a little early to her town one day. I called her on her cell, "what?! why are you here, I told you not to show up till ['x' time]! I don't want you here yet, I have to shower." That was the end of that conversation. So I'm ready for this call, "blah blah blah, I think we should see other people, Im sorry, it's not you, blah blah blah."
six months later, she's married and pregnant.
