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My affair with "Bat Girl"
My affair with "Bat Girl"
About 6 years ago, when I was working as a piercist at a tattoo shop, I met a very unique girl.
With this kind of life style, you don't really have relations with normal girls because of the hours. Your going to bed, when they are getting up, etc. Every night, me and the boys & girls that worked there, would go to a strip club to blow off some steam. We were never charged cover, because everyone knew us. Sometimes get free beer... anyway, onto the story.
I met this dancer who was very cute, and liked me allot. The feelings were mutual. There seems to be an attraction because of the lifestyle and working hours. Just seems to fit. After talking with her a couple of times, she asked me out.
On our first date, I asked what she would like to do. She actually wanted to go to another strip club, and hang out. A good friend of mine was a manager at another club, so we went there. It all seemed great at first. We were drinking, and playing pool. I play pool fairly well, so I won most of the games.
The drinking started to get to me, and I missed a pretty easy shot. She blew up on me. She threw the pool stick and started screaming. She was mad because she thought I was trying to let her win. After this outburst, I quickly said it was time to go, and dropped her off at her house. We didn't say much on the way. I made sure the music was up full blast. I really didn't want this to escalate any further.
When we got to her house, she started kissing me, and asked if I would come in. I made a lame excuse, and said I had to be at work early. A surprised look came over her face, and she went off into the house.
The next day, she calls and was apologetic as to how she acted. She wanted me to come over so that she could explain, and wanted another chance. I agreed partly out of curiosity.
I came over that night, and we had a few drinks. She started to explain that when she was younger, her therapist used to let her win at chess when they would have these sessions, and it makes her mad when people let her win now. *DING* *DING* what?!?!? Therapist?!? Should have left right then, but the beer was kicking in, and this girl was real eye candy.
Drinks kept flowing as we watched a movie, talking, and just hanging out. She said something sarcastic and bratty towards me. I really love this game. I can hang with the best of them. I was teasing her a little bit, and went a little over board.
All of the sudden, she gets off the couch and runs into her room. I hear all this commotion, and then the door opens. She starts running across the room with a bat. I'm frozen like a dear in headlights at this point. She runs past me, and out the door.
At this point I'm grabbing pillows and wrapping them around my arms. Just in cast the girl needed a longer run at me, and decided to start from the yard to gain speed. I hear all this banging, but it sounded like she was hitting the ground or another piece of wood.
She comes back in, and puts the bat up. After several minutes of silence... She says that she was sorry again. Her therapist said that she should take her anger out on something other than the person that made her mad. Apparently the way chose to deal with her anger was to take a bat and hit something.
This was the last straw for me. I was done. I know what your thinking... you would have been done along time ago. I guess she intrigued me a little. I actually ended up spending the night, because I was to drunk to go home. Of course it didn't help matters with her walking into the room with only a g string on, saying it was time for bed.
I awoke the next morning very early on purpose. Trying very hard not to wake her. Even in her sleep she seemed somewhat intimidating. I left out the front door to go to my car. I look over at this tree. I found the object that she took her anger out on. This tree was so beaten, I don't think it could of grown bark if it wanted it. I'm talking at least 2 feet wide all around of no bark. Just little dents all over this poor tree. I never talked to her again after that.
Anyway, to me and my friends, she is known as Bat Girl. And that is the conclusion of 2 nights in my life in this story
6/4/2006 11:43 am
And a good story it is....|
6/9/2006 12:26 pm
Yes, excellent story! You have a new follower.|
8/18/2006 9:23 pm
I was sure you were going to come out to a beaten up car with no windshield! Thank GAWD it was the tree!!|