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Termyn8or -> Psycho bitch (6/30/2008 11:42:12 AM)
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The names have not been changed to protect anyone. Fuck it. But I had a very interesting afternoon in the company of a young lady, who even though she totally warrants the name Psycho Bitch, so far seems to be a lady.
She is not afraid to touch, hug, and from what I hear even bite. In fact she was wearing a tshirt that said "Psycho, stay back fifty feet". But she is not loose, because if she was I would have had her.I have met very few people witrh her level of energy, and she never stops, well until she found me.
I met her through my neighbor Fuzzy, he is a friend and takes care. A working Man and homeowner. So it is early Sundat afternoon and I decide to go over there to see if he wants to burn one and drink a few. I don't think he was home, but psycho was sitting on the porch. So I set my beers down on the table and talk to her, and she more than mentioned that she is about to kill somebody. Well we all know that is bullshit, but she is pissed about something. So I set out to find out what it is. Not that I like drama, but I am not connected enough to her to have it bother me in any way.
At least I wasn't. Turns out she is extremely energetic, which is what earned her the name. But she was pissed off. "This motherfuck this, this motherfucker that". Well, as the type of person I am I had to find out why. She calmed down a bit, possibly down to 300/200 BP and maybe a 210 pulse and explained.
She knows this guy, obviously a dud, and she has been renting to him for many months, collecting no rent. She say he owes her about five grand. But everything was fine and he wanted on the internet and as she had a doctor appointment she left him in her suite to go ahead and surf of whatever. She is on her way home when the dickhead calls. She had left her bedroom door locked for whatever reason, something that is none of my business, but he kicked down her bedroom door. Then he let her dogs loose. Those dogs are not used to being let loose so it may take some time for them to find their way home, plus she is going to have to check the animal shelters periodically to see if they got snagged by the god catcher. Big pain in the ass.
A bit distraught ovwer her dogs, even a psycho bitch is vulnerable. I asked in my Terminatoresque fashion "Hold on, let me get this straight, you leave the house,and then you get a phone call from the guy says he kicked down your locked bedroom door and let your dogs loose, with absolutely no explanaition why". She said yes.
I calmly took a drink out of my beer and lit a cigarette and then said "If that's how it is, it warrants an ass kicking". She replied that it had already been arrainged, which was good for me to hear because I am not involved with her closely enough to do anything of the sort.
But I could see that she was not calming down. I know that you can't let shit burn you up from the inside out, and I decided to go further.As it turns out, Fuzzy wasn't home and the place was locked up, we had been talking on the porch.
I was just sitting there being myself, and I have not had someone engage me in this type of conversation in quite some time. The issues faded and we got onto a few more esoteric subjects. Her guitar was in Fuzzy's house because he has this really gnarly bunch of amps. Hell I got a guitar over someone else's house so I guess I can understand that. Perhaps she does not have an amp. But then she said that she wanted to play the guitar to help get her mind off of the dogs, as she was worried about them.
I told her about Bamoo (don't ask how he got that name, it has something to do with grandkids) and Yogi, a full blooded Rhodesian Ridgeback. He was let loose every night about at midnight, and there were alot of puppies in the neighborhood that looked jst like him. That was a good thing though necause he was very smart and healthy, of good stock.
But she had never let them run wild like that. Bamoo's theory was that while Yogi was not a threat at all, and I mean totally nonaggressive almost, you can't let him run free during the day, when little kids are out, and traffic. But he let Yogi have his freedom every night, and he was always back in the morning. Well she never did that.
I told her that if they stay out of the dog catcher's claws they should find there way back home. Right now they are exploring. It might be some time.
So the guitar, y'know I got two guitars in my house. Wanna ? She said let's go. She didn't hesitate one microsecond. So unlike meeting off online. Seven safe calls, four guys with guns at the next table at the restaurant and four car in the parking lot, not to mention the four cellphones and a GPS implant. She was confident and assured that if I turned out to be a mawler or rapist, she had enough to at least fend off an attack and get out. I like that kind of confidence.
The afternoon got more interesting. Now everybody here has probably figured out that you will never meet a motherfucker quite like me. But this Woman intrigued my mind in ways that I have not experienced for years. And really I do not know her age. It is a moot point as far as I am concerned.
We banged the guitars around, which resulted in a few seconds of anything edible, and they were put down. I could tell she wasn't quite in the mood so I kicked up some more conversation. After a little while I felt her crack (fuck you dirty minds, I mean emotionally). It has been a while since I have had that happen.
With even tone in my voice and logical reasoningh being the fulcrum of what I said I got bher to calm down even further. She took the last swig of her beer and asked for one of mine, I bliged but I said "You know you are only getting this because of your gender, I hate going to the store". She flipped the top open and drank some, and didn't say a word.
I like that. I then serenaded her playing "Dance Of The Spider" which is a totally new and original work by me, and I told her not to even try to follow me because the chords I use are not even in the book yet. She liked it and the only way I can describe it is that she melted. Not in the sexuakl sense, but during that afternoon I sensed a couple of times that I had a damn good chance to get her. But this was the first time she had ever been in my house, and I like to make friends first.
She was sitting in a chair, totally limp almost at one point. I had removed or something that which was bothering her, and I said "You needed this didn't you ?".
She is not dumb, in fact she is quite intelligent, but that is obscured by her energy level. She does not realize how she leaves people in the dust, but she has met her match. I made her back the fucking truck up and tellme what pissed her off. And if you knew her, you would know why a Woman like that needs a very highly intelligent and stoic Man.
The Yin to the Yang. Or is that the other way round ? Whatever. I have tamed her beast.
So it comes out she has an olman in the joint, due to get out in a few months. She has also said that she "Can only give her love to one Man" and folks she did not qualify that with anything, so the obvious questions exist, but some answers are already there.
I am sorry to get so psychological, but it comes in handy sometimes. She still refers to him as her olman. That may or may not blow me out of the boat should I decide I want he to be mine, and there is much to consider there as well. To have an olady I would have to live like a human being. That's the first consideration, and then do I want to have to stay on my toes all the time ? So I don't really care.
What has not been asked is if her olman expects her not to have any sex when he is locked up. Now if I had a nice horny olady, keeping me satisfied, giving it up every day and at least seems to enjoy it, and something caught up to me and I had to do a couple years in jail, would it be fair for me to ask her tio do without sex during that time ?
I mean if you are boning her every day she is liking it, otherwise you get excuses.
So now you are gone, it would make more sense to say, look, I know you might need something and I know it is out there, just don't get pregnant and don't catch anything.
Such a statement, psychologically could make her lover you all the more. Because you are thinking of her needs and desires. It could be what makes her NOT go out and fuck somebody else.
What a trip eh ?
Anyway, I had to ask three times, but I got her name and it suits her, Alice. She looks like an Alice, acts like one, albeit a psycho one. We touched, hugged, slapboxed and invented a new handshake. I told her that I want to meet her olman when he gets out, I want to meet the Man who can handle YOU. Disturbingly actually, that put a smile on her face.
I am just wondering if I should get into this or not. Finances are not a concern, and she has her own anyway. I am sure it would be hell of a ride, and if I could get her into B&D I would probably have to fight her olman to keep her. But I don't like the sound of that.
Maybe I should just stay out, so to speak.
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