Tottally Just Remembered This

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She was introverted and a bit nutters. She had terrible self esteem. Her reclusive nature, seemingly calm demeanor, and lack of pulchritude were all attractive features. Let's be honest, quite often males are compared to predators. Predators, like to go for prey that they can surmount. That's the role she played at a latter time.

Initially I just wanted to be her friend and we became very close. I'd take her food when she went to Full Sail one night and I got tired. She said she wanted me to sleep with her on her bed. This was after she was rejected by a lad by the name of Person_1. I didn't want to, as it wasn't proper, but she insisted to the point of anger. So I did it. I woke up, saw that the sheet had been lowered, and her nightgown had been raised above her kPerson_1ers. I gingerly replaced both items to their natural position. Perhaps she was trying to entice me, perhaps not.

At the time Person_2 also had a crush on her. I'm presuming The_Girl had a crush on me as she asked if I wanted to date her, and, if so, if I would. I told her that Person_2 liked her as well and that I couldn't do that to him (I doubt Person_2 knows about this because similar things happened with two other dames).

After that the relationship between The_Girl and me changed for the worse. She no longer seemed like she enjoyed my company and enjoyed my presence as a conversational partner even less. So we drifted apart. She told me Jordan thought that I was attractive, blah, blah, blah. Then she began making passively aggressive snide remarks about this-or-that so I started the final decaying period of our friendship with "I thought you were attractive; but damn you need Proactive."

Fast forward, she invited me over one afternoon and she wanted to see my phone because she got lotion on it. I refused to give it to her, so she struck me three times, told me to get out, and proceeded to push and prod me until I left her house. I cried on my bike ride back home.

It got so bad that she invited me over once and she told me about some anti-elaborate plan to strike me multiple times with a golf club but that the only reason she didn't was because she talked to my mother earlier and she seemed like a nice person.
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