After ...

After ....
Sep 2, 2008 7:00 pm

...high school, I went to a local Jr. University. I studied Music there, but didn't date a whole lot. I wanted to be taken seriously, HAH!I was on a local chat line at the time, wasn't nice to look at or anything ... but there were a lot of local people who liked to chat about nothing. I met a pet shop owner (old enough to be my father), I met other 'kids' like me, and I met a photographer. The photographer was also old enough to be my father, but I didn't care ... he was going to take my picture, for FREE. One day, I was home from school, parents at work, siblings out or at school, I invited him over to take a few shots. Never met the guy, and here I am inviting a potential sexual predator over to my house ... to take my picture. He got to my house, it was raining, he asked me what sorts of pictures I was looking for, and I responded (like a smart ass), "Well, what do you think?" For all intents and purposes ... he was a really classy guy, he could have taken advantage, he could have murdered me and chopped me up and dissolved my flesh in developing liquid or whatever, and no one would have known he was there. A few weeks later we met up to exchange the photos ... he took a good picture, not great... but good. So any way... shortly after, I got myself into another relationship. For our purposes here, we'll call him, Ben. Me and Ben were like peas and carrots. Inseparable from day one. I met him in a local chat room, we started talking ... and naturally the subject of sex came up. He need to get laid ... I needed to get laid.... so we met with the intention of having wild afternoon sex while his parents weren't home. He lived close to the college, so it would be convenient for both of us. For me, the sex was great! He was a nice guy ... and really the relationship didn't show any wear until we had been together almost a year. That is when his mother, called me a whore. He didn't defend me. He didn't defend her. He did nothing. More importantly, I did nothing.That summer, I moved to New York City, with big dreams of fame and fortune. I transfered to college there, and embarked a new part of my life. I was uncharacteristically celibate in NYC. I had a boyfriend, for all intents and purposes, and I fell into a really dark place. I was there until I moved back home to Jersey after working in NYC in the entertainment industry. I met a few guys during a short break up period, all older, all jerk offs, none did I want to sleep with. I travelled the continental United STates for six months or so, and slept around quite a bit. When I moved back to Jersey, I met a man that would change my life. More on that later.