So many bar fly women..

When I was hitting a few local bars, ok, too much, I’d sometime go out with the sole purpose of picking up easy or bar fly women. I wouldn’t say skanky, but such didn’t disqualify any of them. I’d spot whoever was alone, strike up conversation, buy a drink or two, maybe an appetizer, and end up back at my house for wild sex. I picked up biker women, women past their prime, younger women who didn’t know any better, friends of whoever the women were with and were the third wheel that night (so easy to get), professionals. I saw it as a sexual game, and honestly was good at it. Not saying I was always sucessful, I wasn’t. But, I would have stretches where I’d pick up 6, 8 women over a few weeks, then forget about them and move on to someone else.

I had one woman who was a painter, and with her boss and coworker, who were also a couple. They were fighting, so the long-nailed painter woman came to me. I went to work on her, it went well, and we left together. During sex, though ,she kept repeating “Praise Jesus”, and I thought, oh my, what have I done. I picked up a holy freak. Even when we finished and took a shower together, all of her conversation ended with praise jesus. The sex was great, I loved her digging her nails into me, but, I had to get rid of her. The holy stuff was too much. Even I had my limits as far as what I took home.