I Didn’t Sign Up For This

I made a new friend, who more than likely will not be my friend for very long.  I usually am very picky when it comes to whom I am friends with.  Mainly because I do not like putting up with other people’s drama.  Life is way too short, and I’m into having fun and not into being pulled into some sort of bullcrap drama.  I do not like Drama Queens at all, they irritate me.  If your life is that messed up, then change it and stop bitching about it. 

I met Tia at a party a few weeks back, and we seemed to hit it off.  I hardly knew anyone there, and she hardly knew anyone there, so we spent a good part of the night just talking to each other out in the garage while we played pool.  I had a great time, so I decided that she might be the sort of person who I would like to hang out with now and then.  I called her a few days later and asked her if she would want to come over and hang out, perhaps watch a movie and just chill.  She showed up with an overnight bag, right away my brain was going, wtf is this about.  She explained to me that if she was there late she didn’t want to have to drive all the way back home and then come back into the city for work the next day.  That made sense so I let it slide. 

We watched a movie and everything was fine.  We both had some wine, ate some pop corn and joked around.  The next thing I knew, Tia leans over and kisses me.  I didn’t mind, she is pretty, and her body is banging, and it had been awhile since I played lick the kitty, so as far as I was concerned, I was going to lay her, and she was going to lay me, and we would get buttered popcorn in unusual places. 

THEN, she slaps me, HARD right across the ass.  Now I do not mind playing rough, but for fuck sake, let me in on it first.  I told her not to do it again, she said she was sorry then excused herself.  I thought that maybe I hurt her feelings or some sort of shit like that, but nope, she comes out of the bathroom in her bra and panties.  She starts kissing me again, and gets me undressed.  Then she slaps me again, this time harder.  I am about ready to punch her in her damn face, when she reaches around the back of the couch where her ‘overnight bag’ was to retrieve a crop.  She slapped that thing across the back of my ass, I almost bit her tit off. 

I asked her what the hell she thought she was doing, and she said, “Oh, I thought you might like this sort of thing because we get along so well.” Right away all these red flags go up in my head, this girl is psycho ex-girlfriend material for sure.  I tell her that she has to leave, just as the sound of the letter e was passing over my lips from uttering the word leave, the bitch slaps me again.  I am not a violent person, not in the least, but this crazy assed bitch needed to go.  I grabbed her by her hair, stood up and yanked her off the couch.  She started saying, “Ouch, OUCH, you are hurting me, LET GO.” Are you kidding me, you just dip sticked me with a fucking crop and you are crying like a little bitch because I have a hold of your hair. Uh, no, you are leaving and leaving now. 

I walked her to the door, with my fingers wrapped tightly into her hair so she couldn’t get away, opened it up, and pushed her out.  I then went and got her purse and tossed it outside on the yard.  She stood out there for a few minutes, crying, because well, it was seriously cold and she was in her bra and panties, but too fucking bad. 

After she finally went home, I started to go through her bag, and the shit this girl had in there? I am really glad I didn’t get drunk from drinking too much wine or I might have ended up like this:

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