I met my husband when I was 16,he,s 4 years older than me,he was going to A.S.U.,he,s from Chicago,his girlfriend came out here too and was going to A.S.U. too.I was living with 3 guys who were going to A.S.U. also.When I met him,that,s another long story,I wondered after a while,why we mostly just hung out at his apt.,found out about her at a party.We were all pretty tanked,I was sitting on the floor playing cards with Little Buddy(he,s a shrink now and thats so scarey)and this bitch kept like walking past me and kicking me. At first I thought she was drunk and it was an accident,so I let it go,but after the third time,it was on,I got up, followed her and kicked the shit right out of her left knee which buckled and Ho-Down.To make a long story short,they made her leave,Little Buddy spilled the beans.I acted like I didn,t know what was up and I went home,he calld me first thing in the morning and I told him to fuck off,by the end of the day I already had a date with another guy I was seeing (he-he).My room mates were all out of town for spring break.My husband showed up drunk with his friend Guss and I was beating them with a piece of driftwood,finally got the door shut and locked,and climbed out the bathroom window to meet my date.Where was I going here?He might have a girlfriend,it might be cause his mom,s sick,if it,s meant to be it will be.But keep your eyes open for some hot boy action where you live,it can happen.
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