Again, was on my favorite dating website POF and was mass messaging and sometimes I venture outside my mile range (100mi) if I think she's worth it. Well this one definitely seemed worth it. Sexy and classy! So we exchanged numbers, texted and talked on the phone for a week and I was suppose to go see her the upcoming weekend. How far away was she exactly? 315 miles to be exact!
I certainly was not driving that far without a backup plan, even multiples. The plan was to go see this girl, her name was Maggie, and to spend the weekend with her, if all didn't go as planned and I just wasn't interested enough there was a golf tournament 142 miles away in a neighboring state that I was interested in making.
So I get off work on Thursday, head down and I arrive about midnight if not a little later. We meet, everything's going good. She looks really hot by the way. Our personality click, no awkwardness. So we hang out for a few and I am exhausted for driving the past 5 hours so we go to bed. I roll over on top of it and just start wearing it out. It's good.
Next day I wake up and I'm just like why did I do this, this isn't really what I want to be doing and I sure as hell don't want to spend the entire weekend with her. As I lay there pondering the exit strategy she is super excited that we're spending the entire day together. I shower and get ready. I throw my belt over the shower curtain while I'm changing pants. My exit is "I forgot deodorant and I'm running to Wal-Mart to get some, be back shortly, oh wait, what's this, you want to go? No, I'll be right back, you finish getting ready for lunch".
I get in the car, I'm golden. Sayonara! I head to my golf tournament in the next state but along the way 30 minute's from Maggie's house I am having lunch with a girl who I know from my home town who moved here and who I haven't seen in about 5 years. I always joked about I was going to come see her and without any notice or planning I text her out of the blue and ask if she wants to get lunch. She's free and game. I head on over to her house to pick her up. Now, let me give you a little background on Chrissie. I haven't seen her in over 5 years. She really use to have a thing for me, but lets face it. She was fat and pale and I don't mean a few extra pounds. Since she's moved she's lost a lot of weight and really made something of herself. She gave me head in the back of her parents mini van one night before she moved. Since we recently became friends on Facebook I have been wanting to get that for sometime now, or at least see her and see how much she's changed. So let me tell you, when she opened that door I was astounded on how good she looked. I was laying on her bed while she finished getting ready for lunch. I couldn't help myself, I wanted her. I told her to come in here and talk to me for a few. She layed beside me and before you know it we were kissing and one thing led to another. After a few minutes of foreplay it was on. Damn it was good. Not sure if the sex was that good or if it was just seeing and finally being with her after all these years later. Finally we head to lunch, Chili's. Before we leave the restaurant I go to the bathroom. I go to undo my belt and what do you know. Are you serious? It's not there. I quickly remembered the last place I left it and I couldn't believe it. On top of Maggie's shower! Should I not forget to mention after about the first 20 minutes since I left her house she was calling and texting. I had over 10 missed calls, 30 text messages, 3 voice mails asking if I was alright and where was I, finally I think she got the picture and just asked why I did this. Well, I didn't answer any of them and I put the phone on silent after the 3rd call. Anyways, as I stand there in the bathroom stall I ask myself do I go back for it or do I just cut my losses? You may ask what's so special about this belt? It's a belt I've had for almost 8 years, made by a very expensive clothing company, over $100, and it had my last name engraved in the back of it. Going back for it meant going back in the opposite direction, but that was the least thing I was worried about. This almost meant facing the devil herself. I had to go back for it. I couldn't leave it. I drop Chrissie off at her apartment and turn around and head back to Maggie's.
I'm thinking of what I'm going to say and where I've been for the past 2 1/2 hours. I call her up and I tell her I'm sorry. I told her I've just been driving around town thinking if this is really what I want. She actually believed that and agreed to let me come back over. I get to her house finally and I'm wondering what she's going to say. First off she is hysterically upset, crying, you name it. I apologize and tell her I just had to think about what I was doing. So we make up. Have sex again. I'm in the bathroom cleaning up and grab the belt and go back to lay down and I'm thinking once more, how am I going to get out of here? I can't waste anymore time I need to get on the road. I just come out and say it. I don't think this is what I want and I think it'd be best if I left. I have never said those words before. I can tell she's upset. I give her a huge, tell her I'm sorry and leave.
On the road again. Get to my hotel, check in Friday evening around 7pm, grab some food. While I'm in my hotel I try to scour up some local tail on POF, no luck. Called it a night around 10pm. Get up at 6am Saturday, head to my tournament and do quite well actually, but enough of the boring stuff.
It's about 5pm in the afternoon and I am contemplating my next move. Head back home, 333 miles away, get a hotel and find something fun to get into. Well, I went with plan C. I called up a girl I know, which I also met off POF a year or so earlier who I still keep in touch with who's 238 miles away in the direction to my house. Why not kill 2 birds with one stone? Pussy and a place to stay for the night. I finally arrive at her house about 9:30pm, 10 o' clock. Traffic was horrible. I'm pooped. We catch up for a bit, go to bed, as you already know...
I do the deed!
Maggie has now moved only an hour away from me to attend college. We text every now and then. She often text or calls when she is drunk asking me to come down. To this day I have not seen her again. I guess one time was enough for me.
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