(This is based on a real life story from my ex-girlfriend, she moved away to another town, but she wished me luck in finding another girlfriend. We still call each other once a while.)
I remember that day when my girlfriend Erin took me to the bar and got me drunk as much as I remember my mom's name. It all started like this:
Erin was a very attractive girl, and almost every guy wanted her, and has asked her out, but they met the usual answer from her, no. It wasn't too long before I appeared in her class. The very first day, she noticed me, and so did I, but I kept it inside for now. Well, that was until I went out for lunch. My friends wanted to go to Wendy's and just grab something and go, but I wanted a little walk in the campus. So when I said bye to my friends, I went to a small park inside our campus. Suddenly, behind me was Erin. Turns out that she was actually stalking me all the way. I didn't mind.
"Hey."
I turned around, and there standing in front of me was the oh, drop dead sexy babe Erin.
"Hey."
"What are you doing here?"
"Oh, I decided that I would take a walk in the park."
"I see."
"So…what are you doing here?"
"Oh… ah…I guess I kinda lost my way."
I began to get a bit suspicious.
"Where were you planning to go?"
She looked at me in the eyes, and I could see that she was trying to turn me on.
"Wendy's" her reply was.
"If you were going to Wendy's, you should be going the opposite way… are you…"
"Oh…"
"Erin…"
"Yes" she said with a smile that I just couldn't resist.
"You look like you're… um… how should say this.."
"Flirting?"
"Yeah." I said, giggling.
She smiled at me and looked down.
"Well…I noticed you in class today…and you…um…were kinda… cute."
I smiled and walked up to her.
"You're plain irresistible."
"Thanks."
I made my move. I touched her gently on the face, and she looked up. Slowly, she kissed me. For a moment, everything paused, and the only thing that was going through my mind was that, I was kissing this girl I hardly even know, but it felt too good. When we stopped, she left me her number, and she went to Wendy's while I kept on walking in the park.
I called her that night, and she told me to meet her at a bar called "The Station". We talked for countless hours, and eventually, I didn't know what she was up to. There was an important clue that I missed that proved her cruelty, but of course, she only uses her cruelty when she needs to. We played a childish game called Mercy. The main objective is to twist the other person's arm, and make them say mercy. Well, who was I to know that in a split second after she said go she twisted my arm so hard, that it knocked me off my chair, and then she put her foot on my back and pushed. My arms were being pulled so hard, and not to mention, she was digging her nails into my hands.
"Mercy!" I screamed.
She released me and she sat laughing at me while my numb arms rest. For the rest of the night, we just drank and talked. She got me a bit drunk. And because I live close, I didn't drive my car to the bar.
"Hey, you alright?" she asked.
"Yeah, just a bit drunk."
"Hey you wanna stay in my place?"
