You know, looking back, I never was that great with women. I just never had that gift that some guys seem to have, I couldn't really connect with women on a social or romantic level. For the longest time I was almost obsessed with finding that special girl, the one who would be with me every night, by my side.
But now, I've found her. And all I want is for her to leave me alone. Not because I'm shallow, or because I'm tired of her, but because I fear for my life.
We first met at a bar, I'm ashamed to say. Not many alcohol-initiated relationships last, but what can I say, I was desperate. My friends had all gone out for a drink, and I decided that coming along might provide a valuable opportunity to meet someone.
First few hours were pretty average. No real attention, just drinking. And then I noticed her. She had long black hair, and the fairest skin I'd ever seen. She was wearing a modest dress, a sort of reddish colour. But what I notice most of all, even from a distance, were her eyes. The most beautiful green I had ever seen in my life. Not to sound corny, but those eyes alone were enough to make any guy swoon.
She was the kind of girl that every guy in the bar wanted to get with. She wasn't slutty, which just made her all that much more appealing. Most importantly, dear readers, she was staring at me.
Now I'm not the most attractive guy. I'm not ugly, but I'm not anything special really. A guy like me would never have had any chance with a girl like this in conventional circumstances. As it happened, these weren't conventional circumstances.
We made eye contact for a few seconds, before she smiled and began to walk towards me. Now this was strange, considering that in most situations it's the girl that wants you to approach her. I'm not an authority on courtship, but for a girl like her to walk over to a guy like me is unusual.
So within moments she's approached me, and without hesitation extends her hand.
"My name's Alice." Her voice had a smooth sound to it, not sultry, just a sort of relaxing tone.
I awkwardly introduced myself, taking her hand and shaking it as gently as I could. She smiled and introduced herself to my not-so-sober friends, almost all of which tried to hit on her at some point through the night. And yet, against all odds, it was me she picked. I couldn't believe my luck, and I certainly wasn't doing a great job of flirting with her. But she seemed to not mind, and was making conversation masterfully.
It was probably one of the most overt interests anyone's ever shown in me. After less than half an hour she had openly stated that she liked me, words I had seldom heard said. After another hour I was wasted, and only then was it that I noticed that she hadn't touched a drop of alcohol. She asked me if I needed a ride home, but I told her that I lived considerably further away than was convenient.
She proposed I spend the night at her place, words that make every man whimper with anticipation. I told my friends I was leaving, and after no small amount of smart-assed comments, they allowed me to leave.
The drive was short, but to a part of town I'd never been before. It didn't look that great, kind of a poor neighbourhood, but I was willing to put up with whatever lodgings a girl like this would provide.
She pulled up in front of a pretty run-down place, but my house was nothing special either, so who was I to judge.
I was stumbling pretty bad, so she took my arm and led me in. Her house was dark, and she didn't bother to lead turn any lights on. She just led me straight into her bedroom. Her bed was a barren thing, no sheets to speak of. Didn't know how she could bear it in as cold a winter as this.
I wasn't used to this situation, so like the drunken "Gentleman" I asked if she had a couch I could spend the night on. She chuckled, and kissed me. It was a strange sensation, I'd kissed before, an I new the feeling, but this was different. I chalked it up to the drinks, but looking back the coldness of her lips and tongue was unlike any other women I'd been with.
I won't go into too much detail, but that night was one I'll never forget. For starters, she was not a conventional girl. You know the kind of girl that wants you to do something a little unusual, like spanking or something? Try being with a girl who wants you to strangle her within an inch of her life. I wouldn't have even done it were it not for the fact she was so demanding. I had trouble maintaining my "enthusiasm" if you get my meaning.
The night continued in this perverted way until I fell asleep exhausted, she was still wide awake.
I'll tell you more in the next chapter, but let me warn you, reader...
...what follows is dark.