Bad habits

From 19 to 28 I had sex with a girl more or less consistently. Never dated or anything I'm not insane, but consistently. There are a lot of stories about her that are worth sharing with the world, but I think I'd like to start off with one of the most formative.

I met this girl at a fraternity party, I'm going to stop here and say that I had always hoped that would be the start and end of meeting women. I never pictured a life outside of college. That's probably why I failed my classes and got addicted to drugs. Maybe I was going to do that either way.

Regardless, I met this girl at a fraternity party. She was blonde, jewish, busty, but perky like a freshman girl is. Sort of unbelievable looking back on it what they all looked like. Im not pining for those days really, but I did enjoy them a good bit. There's no part of me that believes I took anything for granted, but of course looking back at anything good there's only bitterness for foolishness, for me anyway.

Point is, I met this girl. The first thing she said to me was she had a boyfriend in some other much gayer fraternity. Then she asked for my snapchat. Last week a girl asked for my snapchat, twenty year old, Syracuse junior. Blonde hair perky tits, actually much hotter than the girl I'm describing here. Although hasn't seen the world with me yet. I earnestly told someone younger than me that all that changes is you get perspective like I'm some dad character in a mediocre movie. It's true though.

Back to it, I give her my snapchat and later that night once she's back in her dorm she sends me disappearing messages about what she'd do to my circumcised member. jewish girls. 3 days later that was the first girl with a boyfriend I'd ever had sex with. I thought this was really cool at the time. I still think this is cool, but only if they're married with kids now. Actually, I think I'm over that too. If █ █ █ █ █ █ █ called though I'd go over hastily.

Over the 9 years we hooked up she often had boyfriends. No big deal. In any case by the time I was 25 I was sure her and I were closer than whoever she was dating. We'd meet somewhere like Vegas. Get a suite. Blow her dad's money on drugs and liquor. Or my dad's money on craps. Or our corporate-earned money on poolside chicken tenders. It never mattered. Then we'd go back to our lives. Her boyfriend. My... Whatever was going on. I've learned nothing probably.