Crazy Girlfriend Story #2
Before I go there, I forgot about these other two girls.
I realize in writing this that it sounds unbelievable, but it’s 100% true.
After she killed herself, I decided to go a radical way. Moved away from home, went to a four year college instead of the CC I was at before. Tech school, guys outnumbered women 10 to 1. Chances of me even finding a woman were slim to none, most the women there were in the 4 or 5 range. So of course in to my life comes this sexy red head. Creamy white skin, green eyes that you could spend the rest of your life looking into, talked with a slight Irish or Scottish accent, was 19 and working on her second degree in accounting.
My roommate introduced me to the world of MOO, or MUD, which were essentially online chat rooms with moveable objects that you could manipulate. Pretty much a MMO but all text based. Again, pre Internet. WWW would be invented a year later. So, having an interest in programming, I through myself into this with a passion. Met this other person named “Willow.” We talked a lot but real life never came up much, I just assumed she was on the other side of the country or was actually a he (pretty common back then,) .
So one night, pretty late, Willow says “God I am SO fucking horny! I want sex!” By that time I had figured out Willow was really female, or a really good actor. She’d even emailed me this fairly grainy picture of a red head holding a puppy. She claimed she was about 14 in the picture. So I’m all up for some cybersex. She doesn’t want that, she wants to meet in person. “Well sorry, I can’t help you then.” “Yes you can, I live at xxxx, about two miles from the college. Just go down the hill, take a left at the light.” So having nothing to loose, everything to gain, I jump on my bike in the middle of February, and ride down.
She opens the door wearing a t-shirt, panties and nothing else and gives me a smile that I will remember for ever. I instantly recognize her from around Campus. She is THE most desirable woman on campus. Every single male wants her, most women envy her. She’s got the type of ass that makes men weep and thank Jesus that women exist. There are literally legends about how she doesn’t date anyone, but is friends with everybody. Guys write poetry in English class about her, and it’s rumored that she’ll ask for a copy of every poem, and if she likes it, she’ll give you a kiss on the cheek. Jocks get drunk, and moon over this girl because she is literally perfection in every way, shape and form. Women who get jealous of her beauty find themselves suddenly her best friend until she hooks them up with guys on campus. Apparently she was so good at that that 75% of the relationships she put together ended up married within a year, earning her the nick name “Aphrodite.”
The 10/10 stripper above can’t even hold a candle to this woman.And she’s stripping her t-shirt off in front of me showing off the best set of breasts that I ever hope to see in my life. I am about to go from absolutely nobody to rock star legend on Campus. And all I can do is say “uh… hi.”
Thankfully she takes matters firmly in hand, compliments me on my skills (thank you goth girl!) and then kicks me out of her house about midnight, with directions to not tell anyone, but to be there 9pm sharp every Thursday from now on until she says otherwise.
I am dazed beyond belief to the point that I walk about half way back to my dorm. I end up just sitting on a parking curb at the school for about three hours until campus police come by wondering what I’m doing, outside, in the cold just sitting there. “Just had sex with Aphrodite.” “You’re shitting me.” “No.” Something in the tone of my voice and my look must have tipped him off “Holy fuck, you’re telling the truth. Get in!” So I get in the police car and he takes me back to campus security, where him and three other guards have me tell my story.
Of course it quickly gets around and suddenly I am the most popular guy in school. My math teacher takes me aside and says “Hey, um… your grades have been lagging a bit, I’ve got some time to tutor you. BTW, what does SHE look like naked?” Women left and right are smiling at me for I have assailed the most impenetrable fortress that ever existed. I suddenly have dates lined up with what seems like every single woman on campus, including a few who are already attached.
The next entire semester was a blur, she never talked to me in person. But she never tried to stop the stories going around. I’d be at her place at the appointed time, after the second week there is a car of frat guys waiting outside to cheer me on. They drive me back to the dorm afterwards asking for blow by blow details.
Towards the end of the semester, I have to work late (school cafeteria, I was manager,) on one of “our” nights. She says “This will not do. I’m coming over.” So she does, she sits at a table, reading a book waiting for me to close up. I get high fives and winks during the entire shift because EVERYONE knows this is the night. As soon as I lock the doors and close the windows, she is all over me. We spend the next two hours fucking on top of every flat surface in the building. Finally I get up to head to the bathroom, when I come out, I find myself with two city cops arresting me for trespassing, and she is gone.
Apparently the top manager (older female,) of the Cafeteria was extremely jealous, heard about what was going on, and called her husband who worked for the City Police instead of Campus Police with some story about me having drugs and a gun. So I end up in Jail, finally get released in the morning because there was no evidence. I end up having to talk to the School Administration, who puts me on probation, almost kicks me out of school, makes me attend a drug rehab program. (Keep in mind that at this point I’m known for not smoking, drinking, or drugs at all.)
Aphrodite disappears. Like she never existed. I don’t see or hear from her at all. I head over to her house on the regular day, there is a “For Lease” sign in the window. She didn’t bother dropping out of school, just left. About a year later I get a picture in the mail. On the back says “Your son.” No return address, nothing. Canceled stamp from Scotland.
Every year about what I assume is his birthday, I got a picture until he was 15. So I have a son, from this woman who is literally a Goddess, who I’ve never met. I’ve actually flown to Scotland to try and track her down, and I still Google her name every once in a while to attempt to track her down. Unfortunately I lost the pictures in a house fire a few years ago otherwise I’d post them.
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