I have to do this post by post...
April:
When I met April I worked as a kennel assistant 5 days a week. I was new to the game of veterinary work, and relationships.
April was older than me although I've forgotten how old she is, she worked in the ICU of the animal hospital that I work at now, and she was extreme.
She did a lot of crazy things, she was loud, brash, extremely outgoing, some called her slutty: she was tall, with blondish hair, glasses, and long history of problems.
When I worked in the kennel, I was 18, straight out of high school, had previously only had one girlfriend, no previous sexual partners; I was shy, quiet, and living at home with my parents.
My boss at the time told me not to "dip my hand in the cookie jar", but I didn't listen.
April lived in Round Lake Beach, and I lived in Chicago. We hung out for a while; we played pool, went bowling, and generally had a good platonic friendship. Then came Easter. We went out to dinner, we had expressed 'feelings' toward each other, and we wanted to see what would happen. We were playing pool and when we were done we were extremely aroused.
I couldn't take her back to my house, or else my parents would freak out. She also couldn't take me home because she lived with her parents, and they were extremely Christian and wouldn't approve of that. We toyed with the idea of a hotel, but we had no money. We thought about doing it in the car, but on the street? In an alley? In a park? All seemed seedy and illegal... So I parked my car in the garage and lost my virginity.
All was fine. We hung out a lot, we had a lot of sex, and we found ways around the parent situation. We even got a hotel once, and that was a lot of sex.
All was fine until... we were driving to a Las Vegas themed restaurant in Antioch, and we were smoking pot. I never really smoked much pot, she was the one who showed me how and shared with me. Well, we were driving on a very twisty road and she swerved a little bit and got pulled over. The cop knew about the pot, through smell, and, well, he asked. Never lie to cops, it'll only get you in more trouble. Before the cop asked us to get out of the car I said something to the effect of, "no matter what happens, I'll stick by your side."
So, I stuck to my word. She had recently moved into her own apartment in Oak Creek, Wisconsin, which is a little ways north of Kenosha. The cop took her license and she was required to go to court. I moved in with her at the beginning of the summer in '06. We lived together, fucked like rabbits, and did some crazy shit.
Then court was over, the 3 month suspended license was over, and she could drive again. I moved out, and back in with my parents. (A lot went on in that 3 months, several breakups, fights, everything.) I thought we were broken up, I thought we had continued to have sex because it seemed the logical thing to do, and everything I thought was wrong.
We went out to dinner one night and I explained to her that I didn't see things going past where we were. We broke up. She cursed me, cried, and the whole shabang.
We still worked together.
We didn't talk much, anything talked about was without looking at each other, we didn't ask questions. Everyone knew something was amiss, but no one cared.
After we broke up, she became destructive(not that bad, but still destructive). She did more drugs, and partied hard with people. She met a new guy, then she started fucking up at work. Came in late, didn't show up, eventually got fired.
I have since moved on. I haven't had a girlfriend since. I haven't been the same since.
She made me more outgoing, a little more open to trying new things, and generally, I'm fucked up(in the head, I'm against recreational drug use.)
That's the story of April.
Questions?
This is a shorthand version, the long hand would take days to go into.
When I met April I worked as a kennel assistant 5 days a week. I was new to the game of veterinary work, and relationships.
April was older than me although I've forgotten how old she is, she worked in the ICU of the animal hospital that I work at now, and she was extreme.
She did a lot of crazy things, she was loud, brash, extremely outgoing, some called her slutty: she was tall, with blondish hair, glasses, and long history of problems.
When I worked in the kennel, I was 18, straight out of high school, had previously only had one girlfriend, no previous sexual partners; I was shy, quiet, and living at home with my parents.
My boss at the time told me not to "dip my hand in the cookie jar", but I didn't listen.
April lived in Round Lake Beach, and I lived in Chicago. We hung out for a while; we played pool, went bowling, and generally had a good platonic friendship. Then came Easter. We went out to dinner, we had expressed 'feelings' toward each other, and we wanted to see what would happen. We were playing pool and when we were done we were extremely aroused.
I couldn't take her back to my house, or else my parents would freak out. She also couldn't take me home because she lived with her parents, and they were extremely Christian and wouldn't approve of that. We toyed with the idea of a hotel, but we had no money. We thought about doing it in the car, but on the street? In an alley? In a park? All seemed seedy and illegal... So I parked my car in the garage and lost my virginity.
All was fine. We hung out a lot, we had a lot of sex, and we found ways around the parent situation. We even got a hotel once, and that was a lot of sex.
All was fine until... we were driving to a Las Vegas themed restaurant in Antioch, and we were smoking pot. I never really smoked much pot, she was the one who showed me how and shared with me. Well, we were driving on a very twisty road and she swerved a little bit and got pulled over. The cop knew about the pot, through smell, and, well, he asked. Never lie to cops, it'll only get you in more trouble. Before the cop asked us to get out of the car I said something to the effect of, "no matter what happens, I'll stick by your side."
So, I stuck to my word. She had recently moved into her own apartment in Oak Creek, Wisconsin, which is a little ways north of Kenosha. The cop took her license and she was required to go to court. I moved in with her at the beginning of the summer in '06. We lived together, fucked like rabbits, and did some crazy shit.
Then court was over, the 3 month suspended license was over, and she could drive again. I moved out, and back in with my parents. (A lot went on in that 3 months, several breakups, fights, everything.) I thought we were broken up, I thought we had continued to have sex because it seemed the logical thing to do, and everything I thought was wrong.
We went out to dinner one night and I explained to her that I didn't see things going past where we were. We broke up. She cursed me, cried, and the whole shabang.
We still worked together.
We didn't talk much, anything talked about was without looking at each other, we didn't ask questions. Everyone knew something was amiss, but no one cared.
After we broke up, she became destructive(not that bad, but still destructive). She did more drugs, and partied hard with people. She met a new guy, then she started fucking up at work. Came in late, didn't show up, eventually got fired.
I have since moved on. I haven't had a girlfriend since. I haven't been the same since.
She made me more outgoing, a little more open to trying new things, and generally, I'm fucked up(in the head, I'm against recreational drug use.)
That's the story of April.
Questions?
This is a shorthand version, the long hand would take days to go into.