17 shots

Our first date went fairly well.

Except for the part where he informed me that his ex wife used to work as a stripper at the club I work at.

Now at this point in time he had no idea I was a stripper, as it hadn't been mentioned. Unless he could just tell because I let off some sort of stripper vibe-which according to my friends, I do.

Honestly this really kind of ruined it for me. Even though I'm pretty sure it was just coincidence I didn't want to date a 'stripper chaser'.

The date lasted about 2 hours. Got a text on my way home about how he had fun and we should meet up again.

Met up 2 or 3 days later. He showed me his car-verrrrrry nice. The two guns he keeps in his car, nice but a little weird. One in the glove box and one right by his seat. Both loaded and ready to do damage. Hmmm.

A few days later he takes me out to lunch at a very posh restaurant. Delicious. No leftovers allowed in the car. Also he has to park the car where he can keep an eye on it...a bit paranoid for my tastes.

I find out he does coke fairly regularly.

ALL RICH MEN DO COKE

I guess this is just something I'm going to have to deal with if I want to date wealthy dudes.

He bought me pepper spray at the shooting range. My first gift from a rich old dude is pepper spray. WTF?

Honestly after a few more dates I realized that the relationship wasn't going anywhere. There was just no chemistry.

Instead of taking the grown-up route and telling him I just wasn't interested I decided to be immature about it and just start ignoring his calls and texts. I know, it's shitty. I'm a shitty person sometimes.

I went to a party this past weekend and drank a lot. 17 shots a lot. Blacked out and puked in some kid's bed. I'm too old to still be doing such things. I washed his sheets and left him a $50 as a 'I'm sorry for being a gross human being and puking in your bed' gift.

L texted me the other night (he's been contacting me a lot lately, but only through email).

He wanted to let me know he found some pictures of me on his phone from a while back. Pictures of the nude variety I'm assuming. Pictures he took as I tried to frantically cover myself up with pillows and any other objects within range.

None of them show my face, so I don't really care.

Then he has the audacity to ask me to resend him a picture of my boobs that I had emailed him last summer. Really?

I don't know what he's doing with these photos but if he's using them as jack off material then that's annoying. How can you turn me down when I proposition you for sex (few months ago) but be ok with jerking it to pictures of me??? I hate men.