I was in a bar in Seattle, not really looking to pull, when she started whispering in my ear "If I get you home I'm going to do such things to you, you wouldn't believe"
but she was a slightly overweight liar. During sex, she mainly lay there like a stunned mullet while I did most of the work. False advertising, I thought.
On the way back from the bar to her place she drove her pickup through two red lights then stopped at a liquor store and asked me if I had money for a six pack. "I need to go to an ATM" I said and she screamed in frustration. Maybe that should have been a warning.
I woke in the morning and left while she snored. I had no wish to make conversation with her. It was six am. Dogs were barking at me. I was in the suburbs. I had no idea where I was.
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Mon 23 Mar 2015, 8:18, 1 reply)

Fatties are usually such triers as well.

(McChinaman banned, Mon 23 Mar 2015, 10:50, closed)