ShaggyJebus wrote...
In terms of physical damage, not much has happened to me. I broke my hand punching a fridge once. I also cut my arm open (I could see fat and stuff, it was really gross), and there's a really badass scar now.
If we're not talking about physical pain, then I have a really great story:
First girl I ever really,
really, liked. We met, we hit it off really well, we became friends. We talk mostly on the phone the first few weeks, and we really open up, because it's easier to say private shit over the phone than in person. Within a month of each other, we were having phone sex. Kinda. It was pretty much just us masturbating while we were on the phone with each other. I was new at it, so I didn't know to describe anything or say, "Ooh, I'm gonna rub my tongue all up and down your tight little pussy." She was pretty experienced, so she said some things, but it never really escalated to full-on phone sex, where we acted like we were fucking each other.
Anyways, shit happened, and we didn't end up together as a couple. She was drunk and got raped at a party (or possibly asked the guy to fuck her and later forgot it, as I now know she has done before), and she went back to an ex-boyfriend. I think her being raped was just an excuse to get back with him; she really was a bitch. So, we were still good friends, I still wanted her (I wanted to fuck her, and I wanted her to be my girlfriend), and as the months went by, she broke up with her ex-boyfriend turned current boyfriend turned ex-boyfriend again. I wanted to swoop in and get with her, but I decided I needed to wait and let her get over being dumped. I waited a while, and she acted good to me, I asked her out, she turned me down saying she didn't want a boyfriend, she acted like if she was going to date any guy, it would be me, and shit went on like that for months. It was hell. Anyone who's been through that sort of shit knows that it's hell. So, in the end, we never got together, I acted like a complete asshole to her several times, she acted like a complete bitch to me all the time and very seldom acted nice to me, and I haven't talked to her in years. And I kind of hope she's dead.
But that's not what makes this the worst thing that's ever happened to me. No, I found out months after I stopped talking to her, from some of her close female friends who she had talked to about me, that she had acted like a prostitute in the past. I don't know the exact times when she started fucking guys for money, but I do know that she hadn't started when I had first met her, and she had started doing it sometime while we were good friends, and I was trying to get together with her.
I possibly drove a girl to prostitution. I
possibly made a 15-year-old girl become a hooker. She was fucking random dudes for money while I was sweet-talking her and trying to get her to get together with me. I loaned her money on several occasions because she said she needed it, and I never got to see a single tit! She never paid me back, and I never expected her to, but I should have gotten at least a fucking blowjob! What the fuck?
Oh yeah, and there's a good chance that I stressed her out enough to give her a miscarriage, which is a good thing and a bad thing. It's good because no 15-year-old girl needs a kid, and it's bad because I felt pretty guilty about it for a while. But I'm cool with it now. It's just a funny story to tell.
Woah thats weird. Was she 15 when she was being a hooker?