There Is Always A First...
My first encounter was a good one. She wasn't local, but wasn't too far. We met at a normal chain restaurant - nothing fancy, very relaxed. She was good looking, I was happy with what I saw. It could have been much worse. After talking a bit over the meal, we decided to go to a local place, get a drink and hang out some more, followed by a bit of making out in the back of the car. Overall the impression was fun - and definitely was looking forward to the next time.
Over the next few weeks, we met up a few more times. Sometimes in her area, sometimes in mine. We'd go to dinner, and we'd do something afterwards, and usually have a little bit of fun to top the night off. Looking back on it now, it was actually the cheaper experiences I've had, but she was very attentive to my desires for the most part - moreso than the majority of girls I have met since, who only seem to care about their own desires.
We had a set agreement, she'd get a bonus each visit, and she seemed happy with it, at least in the beginning. I was happy as well; things seemed to be fine. After the fifth visit or so, things went a little bit weird, and eventually erupted into an epic one-sided yelling match, definitely influenced by alcohol, prescription drugs (either she forgot to take them, or that was a side effect), and an obvious distrust towards men.
Either way, as quickly as the relationship began, it had ended. It was definitely not going to be something worth rectifying, especially with such a large pool of fish still out there in the sea.
I would like to say that if I could go back now and realize the positive aspects of her company, I would have probably addressed things differently, and perhaps it wouldn't have become an issue. However, she falls into the bin of "I know we agreed to this, you are doing exactly what we agreed, but I am not happy with it or being taken care of" - or what I should call a "bait and switch" girl.
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