Anyway. I was single, and I was missing the fun that two like minded college coeds could get into on the weekends. But I was shy too. I didn't go to many parties in college. I was as social as I could be I guess. I was just getting into the talker scene, and my grades were not so bad yet. I met this gal on the talker, for the life of me I can not remember her screen name, which for me is really odd because I remember weird shit like that. Let's call her Carrie. We chatted for awhile and I soon discovered that she lived not in the UK or in Australia, like a lot of the other members of the talker, but in West Virginia. No. That's incorrect. She lived in Ohio, but it was so close to the WV border she may as well lived in WV. We chatted so much that I got up the nerve that she should come visit some weekend where we could get to know each other a little more closely. She agreed. I know that it was near the middle of the spring semester, because she either has one free weekend after or before Easter. So we made plans, and I got her directions to the college. All together she was about 6 hours driving time away.
She starts out early in the morning on a Saturday, and gets to the dorm early evening time. I help her carry her bag up to my room. I had a room mate, but he actually went home every weekend, not that he lived close, he was about 5 hours away. So the room was mine for the weekend. We settle into the room, she calls her mom to tell her she made it okay. She then hands the phone to me and I have to 're-assure' Mom I would 'treat her Carrie right'. It was awkward but hey. I ordered a pizza, and soon it was delivered. We sat on my bed and ate pizza, and talked. It was a bit awkward, just talking face to face, and I know I was a bit nervous. Sure, sexual fun had been discussed but here we were in the flesh, so to speak. We finished eating the pizza, not that it was gone, we were done eating. I moved the box off to the counter, and sat back down beside her. More silence. We looked at each other a few seconds and then she leaned into me and we kissed.
And a pretty heavy petting session commenced. I was instantly more confident. Things were going great. And then I made my move. You know, the move that says, yeah this is great and all, but let's get onto it. She stopped me. Cold. I pull back. She's got a look of dread on her face. I smile. I ask her if something's wrong. She pauses and then explains.
She was really really really into me. She was excited all week to come visit. She was prepared to sleep with me. Wanted to, desparately. There was a small problem. One that had developed Friday morning. I am sure the ladies of the site know exactly where this is going.
She had gotten her period. I was disappointed. I tried my best to hide that I was, but I who knows, maybe she saw through the smiling. I wanted to say "Why didn't you call/email me Friday, and not drive all this way for." For nothing. I couldn't say that to her, she'd be hurt. Sure cancelling would have been a more logical solution but then I realized that she must have driven all this way because she really liked me. I was bitter from being dumped earlier in the semester but I was not mean. I hugged her and told her that it was quite alright if all we did was talk and cuddle all night.
She smiled and then started to tell me that there was something that we could do that would satisfy me. If I wanted to. I looked at her. I was unsure what she was proposing. I thought to myself, "A blowjob perhaps?" Not quite. She took off her shirt, and then her bra. And then we went from there. It was like she said, satisfying, but kinda weird, as I'm 6 feet and 1 inch tall, and she was 5 feet 4 inches tall. Yeah.
I don't remember much of the rest of the night. We did sleep in the same bed, cuddled up close. She left before noon on Sunday. We talked that night, and eventually we drifted apart. I can't recall if it was me, or her or just mutual.
A few years later, I had DSL at this point, so it was way after college, we started to chat online again. The spark re-ignited, sorta. We started to make plans for a meetup. She suggested that I go to her this time. She had a kid, lived at home, but had her own part of the house etc etc. This back and forth went on for a few months, then we lost contact with each other again. A few months pass and we reconnect. She wants me to visit and do what we hadn't done in college. I was not all that interested in her though, and she really wasn't looking to form a relationship, she was just a single mom who wanted to get lucky, I guess. I cooled things off a bit, and one day I get an email about this man she's met, and who she's fallen in love with. I'm happy for her, because well, she'd move on from me. She then tells me this guy is from Nigeria.
You know Nigeria, the 409 scams and all that. I don't want her to get hurt or anything so I tell her about the whole 409 scams and maybe she was being taken advantage of. She loses it. She sends me this long ass email, which I think I still have somewhere, that goes on how racist I am, and how I suck because I still live at home. Blah blah.
I refrain from replying. In fact I stop all emails with her. I block her on the talker. I block her from IM. I moved ISPs a few times, and I've not heard from her since.
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