in the event some someone might still be out there. We got the girl back to my place. she was just a shellshocked little kid. It was one of Conor's early fights in the UFC, and we were watching the preamble, I said, Iah, don't know, I think this Irish guy's gonna get creamed, what do you think, she says no way, I said what do you wanna bet. She said, If I lose, I'll clean your entire house. I said if I lose? I get to cut your hair like Conor McGregor. ...So I had the Conor topknot for a couple weeks. I thought she was going for the Jeep. The girl and I, we weren't the ones, but could have gone on for a hell of a long time. I can't say a negative thing, she may have saved my life. There's no hesitation in my saying I'm world class drinker, some things don't need to be said.
She was damage, everyone who'd ever been with her had traumatized her and kicked the shit out of her. It wasn't like I was shackled with her, any guy alive when they think of a dream girl, she had all that shit, and wasn't just a shell or Stepford, I wish she was here almost every day of my life. it was just, there wasn't the magic. And she was soo wounded. We drank around the clock forever, and had an impervious pocket of time. And there's thirty great stories to relate, but we were on the couch one day. I made enough money from Sherdog to support us in perpetuity. I just said, we have to come up for air, it's alright, nothing changes, we can come back, but we need to ease up and get some rest here and there. We can do this til the candle goes out but lets get some rest. She was in deep trauma, and nightmares and whenever she relaxed and let it go, she'd wake up under my arm and jump 20 feet in the air. I know what PTSD is, but she was ruined. She talked candidly with me in the nights, but I think there was even more. I'm not a fluff guy, but it bothers me I didn't have more couth, just another arrogant asshole. I told her that, and she said I wouldn't have have went home with you just for that, you were being a character and you sat at a table with all my girls, and when you went to the bathroom, they all said, yeah, you should go home with him.
I have some great stories, some that I probably posted in real time, the last one, there's this huge titted brunette, I don't remember where we met, but she would ride her bike to my place in like two minutes at all hours, and usually with a bottle of something. She drank with me, but wasn't a big drinker. We drank all the time, but it was never here deal. I gotta say, for any bachelor in the world. If you have a brunette with giant tits randomly day or night banging on your door with a bottle. I wasn't where I wanted to be, and most of our relationship she caught me at between 2 and 48 percent. She had this body, but she was also like a witch, not like a wicken, or astrologer, she didn't have a clue or give two shit's about witchcraft. Like any good witch, she didn't care and had the natural maloik. She was no fucking joke. She too had a good heart and guys just wanted her tits. She was a weird one, but nothing bad ever happened. I can't think of a negative thing to say, for a couple years she would just pop over. She did have like Tom Hardy eyes when she locked in, she was about 5'8 and her tits were like boulders. We'd be watching a movie and I'd give her the cheesy scan and she'd immediately break out one of the tits and dislocate my elbow.
I have that feeling that I'm carrying on and no one's ever gonna read this but me, rightfully so. So,there's an episode in the story, where the previous girl with the greatest ass of all time, well, she hasn't been feeling good, legit, she doesn'f feel or look like shit. There was never a break up, just a drift and understanding that you are welcome, I care for you a lot, you could live here forever, I don't care. So as in all good movies, there's a torrential rain storm, like Malcolm Lowry, ...and she calls and says just got off work I'll be there in a minute.
I have done nothing wrong, and they know about each other. I'm not a piece of shit. .....well for sure there's nobody reading now. fuck it.
She knock, it's a King Lear end of world thunderstorm, the sky is gone but noises grumbling gods that scares animals, and anyone with with water content. So she comes in, gives me a big hug, puts the booze in the freezer and goes to my bedroom bathroom. She keeps clothes here, she comes out in this little black number I'm sure she attempted to size for herself, and she was not vain person, it didn't bother her that she had great tits, and she loved and sank in, like any girl, when you love who they are, she would just melt. But when you know everybody just sees you as tits, ...it don't take a genius and it don't take a dummy, the approach, I almost never acknowlege her boobs, and after awhile it's driving her out of her fucking mind. We/re post coital one night and she says. I know you love my boobs, but you've never once said anything about my boobs. I said, I'm a little kid pretending to be a man, your boobs haunt my dreams, like every other guy.
So we're back on the couch, under a blanket, my little dog is still alive on her bed, they both love one another.. I csn almost remember the movie. She's under my arm in her black extremely confused and fabrically challenged doily, ...time ticks, and then there's a cough, she looks at me for the longest time as I stare at the tv. To shorten things up, she looks at me, gets up in her black doily and our cover, and goes back.
She is back there taking care of her, I got to pee in the bathroom, come out and sit beside her on this old recliner. I just feel I should stfu, "sometimes nothin's a pretty cool hand" ....big boobs reaches over after awhile and holds my hand. A few minutes later the sick on grabs my other hand. And to nip it in the bud, there was never a threesome, she was sick. It never crossed my mind...til later, but life is good why shit on things.
So, we're back on fhe couch, watching the movie, and after awhile sick girl comes out to get a drink, hugs to all. Then she calls, I go back, ,,,she, I see why you dumped me, I like her, she''s nice, and she's got the nicest boobs in the world. I said, we we'ren't a fluke, you're not a fluke, she's not a fluke, we all like each other, we're all alive and have booze enough to kill a saint. In my life right now, there is no either/or, you're both good people, I care for you both, I never promised you a rose garden, I'm doing the best I can without jumping off a cliff.
More stories of the two, not a bunch, maybe three.
Life was quite, don't know how she found me, but big booms knocked on my door in a rainstorm with a bottlle. She was pretty lit up , it' was about 1 a.m. hadn't seen her in a few years, without missing a beat, she gave me the longest hug in the world, put the bottle in the fridge, went pee, came and sat by me in the dark. No words forever. Then she says, everybody wants to screw me, all the time. I live for words and communication, but sometimes just being quiet, words can't find the way in.
I said, I'm not much different, I'm nothing to come running to. You know how I feel about you, but I kinda want to sleep with you every time I see you too. ....there is no secret to me, i just try really hard to be genuine and not just a piece of shit.
