About 12 or 13 years ago I met a chick at a Halloween costume party hosted at my sister and brother in law's house. I went to the party with an old friend from college who was going through a divorce and would soon become a friend with benefits but not for a few months later (she's not the ex in this story). Anyway, I met a girl there that night who was a friend of my sister and we hit it off. She seemed cool and looked like she could have been Yasmine Bleeth's twin back in the Baywatch days. That night she had one rule which was that one of us had to keep our pants on.
So we immediately start dating. The first night I take her out for dinner, she starts accusing me of checking out every chick that walks by and continues to do this every time we go out. I eventually got to the point of not wanting to take her anywhere, so we would just hang out at her place. She liked to drink. A lot. She drank beer with Jim Beam chasers and could keep up with me on my best night. She would wake up in the morning and drink a beer so that she would lessen a hangover. I did happen to take her to Louisville for dinner with a friend of mine and his wife one night. She got so drunk that she passed out at the table and almost face planted herself in her meal. My friend still likes to tease me about that.
This girl was from Albany, Kentucky and had that small town insecurity about her. The first and only time a went down to meet her mom she insisted that I spend the night in her room with her and bang the crap out of her. She was purposely loud so that her mother had no question about what I was doing to her daughter. It was almost uncomfortable.
That New Years eve we headed out of town to Woodson Bend to attend a party with another friend and his wife. We partied pretty hard and went to bed about four. At six am she wakes me up and wants me to bang her. I'm feeling like crap and just want to sleep. We eventually get into a fight about it and I decide that its time to go. I drive us home up US 27 and we are still fighting. She then rolls the window down and starts throwing out everything she can get her hands on. I make it to Stanford and drop her off at her cousin's house and we are done. Except that I saw her at the visitation for my mom's funeral in 2015. She still looked pretty good and did say hello and sorry about my mom. I happened to see her again this past fall out at Keeneland and almost didn't recognize her. She had to be pushing 300.
So we immediately start dating. The first night I take her out for dinner, she starts accusing me of checking out every chick that walks by and continues to do this every time we go out. I eventually got to the point of not wanting to take her anywhere, so we would just hang out at her place. She liked to drink. A lot. She drank beer with Jim Beam chasers and could keep up with me on my best night. She would wake up in the morning and drink a beer so that she would lessen a hangover. I did happen to take her to Louisville for dinner with a friend of mine and his wife one night. She got so drunk that she passed out at the table and almost face planted herself in her meal. My friend still likes to tease me about that.
This girl was from Albany, Kentucky and had that small town insecurity about her. The first and only time a went down to meet her mom she insisted that I spend the night in her room with her and bang the crap out of her. She was purposely loud so that her mother had no question about what I was doing to her daughter. It was almost uncomfortable.
That New Years eve we headed out of town to Woodson Bend to attend a party with another friend and his wife. We partied pretty hard and went to bed about four. At six am she wakes me up and wants me to bang her. I'm feeling like crap and just want to sleep. We eventually get into a fight about it and I decide that its time to go. I drive us home up US 27 and we are still fighting. She then rolls the window down and starts throwing out everything she can get her hands on. I make it to Stanford and drop her off at her cousin's house and we are done. Except that I saw her at the visitation for my mom's funeral in 2015. She still looked pretty good and did say hello and sorry about my mom. I happened to see her again this past fall out at Keeneland and almost didn't recognize her. She had to be pushing 300.
