In my life, i’ve met some crazy ass women. Some of which were the good kind of crazy, and some who were the “crazy” kind of crazy. And as a younger guy, i used to think that a good mix of both was the perfect combination for me. That is until June of 2001.

I was a single guy during the first few months of 2001. And that’s the way i wanted it to be. However, being a horny 19 year old guy, i still needed to get out some frustrations from time to time. So one night out of boredom, I had decided to try an online dating service just for shits and giggles. I signed up, posted a couple of pictures, and went shopping for dates. I had always thought of online dating as shady, and kinda lame, but in those days in kind of was. This was before meeting someone online was considered acceptable.

As i was browsing through the list of women, some of which were real dogs, and some that looked too good to be true… i had come across someone named Amy. She was 20 years old, about to turn 21, 5’6″ tall, straight brown shoulder length hair, dark brown eyes to get lost in, and about 145 to 150 lbs. She wasn’t skinny, but wasn’t chubby either. In my opinion, she was fucking gorgeous, and looked as if she could handle a good hard fucking. She wore these thick rimmed glasses that somehow made her look naughty, yet innocent at the same time.

She was a student of archaeology at our state university (i’ll leave out the school name), and had her own apartment near campus downtown. After about a week of chatting online and over the phone, we had decided to meet up and hang out. So off i went, downtown, to find this chicks apartment. Upon arrival, she met me on her front step where we sat for about an hour talking, breaking the ice, and deciding what to do next. We had decided to keep it simple and stay in for the night and watch a few movies. At my age now, i know what that leads to. But at 19, i was fairly naive about what to expect.

We went inside and went thru her vast array of movies, say on her old hand-me-down couch, and started watching the movie. I don’t recall the movie chose to watch, but i remember we were talking throughout most of it… and ignored the movie completely by the half way point. She turned the movie off, and layed herself down on the floor face down next to me. At this point, i thought i’d make an attempt at being smooth, so i started bragging to her about my amazing massage skills, and how she’d melt into her floor after i was finished with her. Of course, i was bullshitting, but it piqued her curiosity enough for her to call me on it.

She raised her shirt to the tops of her shoulders, bra strap still connected.