A few days back I got hit on by a 15 year old who looked like a 20 year old. She looked like the kind of woman guys drool over. I knew she was 15, cause she told me. That's what made me sad. She had everything I look for in an escort. And she admitted being a cheap drunk.
Now I am neither a pedophile nor an abuser of drunken girlies but apparently that's what she thought guys want to hear. She said she was young, had a fuck-me attitude (her words, not mine) and wanted to get a tatoo that says princess.
It'll probably read 'Rape Victim'
When I left the bar, she was drunk and intent on showing somebody, anybody, that she was ready willing and able. I let the bouncer know where she was so he could get her out of there. I hope she's ok.
Bad choice of words. She's not ok. She needs help. I just hope she's getting it (by it I mean help, not IT). It fucks with me, though. This girl has probably seen her share of dick (and pussy). Hell, she might have seen my share, your share, her friend's share...and I don't know about you guys, but I've seen (and done) some mindfuckingly heavy shit.
That's when I get scared.
Ok, pop quiz!
Who here cried when Optimus Prime died in Transformers: The Movie?
Who here cried when Ash died in Pokemon: The Movie?
Who here saw both movies when they originally came out and cried in both cases?
This is me...
And you're leaving.
