We met in a chat room and began talking like we knew each other. As the conversation continued, it was evident we wanted to be with each other. We talked on the phone for hours, but it seemed liked days. Actually, it looked like days when I received the phone bill for the long distance; $300 for a phone bill to just one person. I never thought I'd ever go that much over the top for a conversation. I thought that first phone bill was enough; nope, the next month was the same. I had to sell my laptop to pay that bill off and, actually, the laptop was given to me. We ended up exchanging e-mail addresses and then eventually phone numbers. The email was cheaper, so we continued for about 2months. She didn't tell me she was engaged at all, but I found that all out later. I'm still alive to talk about it, thank god. We emailed some more and she asked me to come down for Valentine's night. I wasn't going to drive down there alone, so I brought some friends, just in case it got out of hand. Needless to say, I had the most desirable sex drive fulfilled, until she insisted I meet someone. This was someone that she put off to the side, due to her needing some space and time away from him. I don't know how I'll ever forget 16hrs of non-stop sex, massages, smells of desire, etc.; then, to be introduced to her fiancÚ. That really blew it there. She told me she wasn't with him anymore and I was like, "Ok, if you aren't with him anymore, why are you introducing me to him?" We went to this bar and thank god he had a few to drink, because between the time that I met her and now, I had started drinking too. He asked me what I felt like. He asked me if I felt like a piece of meat. I said, "No, I feel like I just stuck myself into a dirty, smelly, stinky, piece of cow dung." He didn't know what to say because of that, but he did introduce me to another friend of his who told me, "You have 2 choices; you can either try to outrun a bullet, or get the blank outta dodge and never look back." I got the heck outta dodge and never looked back, only to have her call me again. She surprised me by stealing someone's credit cards and driving here in someone else's car without a driver's license. She wanted to meet me for more sex, which did happen and it was good. But, I still wanted an explanation of what happened earlier and she would not give in. She left and went back home to whomever and told me she'd be back in a couple of weeks. Sure enough, a couple of weeks later, she was back and wanted to move in with me. I wasn't ready; not for this. I'm not in that much of a rush. We had more sex, only to have her run my phone bill up to wazoo again, start flashing my friends while I'm away at work, etc. So, once again, she went home. I told her, "I'm not ready for this. I mean, I like you and the sex is great, but I want more than just sex. Like, for instance, a relationship that works, and you not flashing my friends and neighbors." All the while this fling was going on; I was still madly in love with my old flame. I wanted to know what was going on in her mind, and I was wondering why we always were doing things and not having sex. Still, to this day, I can't figure her out. She's not into the all night, non-stop sex routine that I would love to get back into, but this gal slept with another guy 3 weeks before breaking it up with me. She told me this face to face. This guy was an AA member and married her, only to get divorced 2 years later because every time my old flame and her hubby would get together and do something, I was always invited. For what, I don't know. She'd invite me over for booze and an occasional drink. I don't know what to think anymore, other than being single. I could type more, but I want a publishing deal first!
-- Jack, 26