GIRL 27
ACCOUNTING GIRL
Her pictures made my heart pound, but I never thought she’d answer me
back. When she did, I jokingly emailed that I usually administered a
quiz to see if a woman were entitled to show up at the candlelit table,
something to take her sexual temperature with, but for her I’d waive
the test. Her reply was that she was disappointed, especially since
she’d hoped that if I took her temperature, I would take it anally.
Boom, first email, and the girl comes right out and says she loves to be fucked up the ass.
Okay, let me just confess right now that I was in lust with her from
that very moment. She made my blood boil. What better chemistry could
you ask for?
She was incredibly optimistic, a total live wire. I loved her on the
phone, and her emails were erotic and tense. In preparation for our
date, I wrote her a twelve page erotic poem. If Girl 6 had taught me
anything, it was that no red-blooded heterosexual female could resist
poetry.
She showed up at a restaurant in Philadelphia frequented by CEOs and
mobsters. She looked just like her pictures -- alluring and sexual and
pretty.
Immediately I knew something was wrong. A sadness was washing off her
like a chill ocean breeze. When I asked her what was troubling her, she
looked at the floor and insisted all was well.
Halfway
through the first bottle of wine she told me the story. She’d been
adopted and embarked on a lifelong search for her biological mother.
What she found was awful. The mother had kept the sister before
Accountant Girl, and the one after. Accountant Girl had been singled
out for adoption. She was stunned and stung. She had made the mistake
of taking her seven year old son with her to that first meeting, and at
one point he said, "why is grandma so mean to you?"
The evening was ruined. I consoled her as best I could, and spent the
rest of dinner wondering how this crushed woman could be so optimistic
and free and sexual on the phone.
Maybe it just didn’t matter. Maybe we were all this broken. Look at me,
I thought. This parade of freaks after Girl 6, who was herself a freak.
They say you attract who you are. It was hard news.
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This entry has 3 comments: (Add your own)
From my friend Clouds Girl: "Please don't be offended.......and not
that my opinion matters but the stories I just read sound
"tired".....is the only word I can think of......I am not trying to be
critical....really I am not. The impression I got when reading them is
your......heart is not in it......they are good....but you are great at
writing......
"
Comment from tigersharktorp - 9/7/05 11:45 PM
From Gap Girl: "Please remove me from this journal. You are exploiting
women on Match, by posting their pictures."
Comment from tigersharktorp - 9/7/05 10:01 PM
From a gorgeous, sexy, nurse in NYC I once corresponded with on Match,
who now sends me sweet emails that I can’t respond to because she has
me blocked from contacting her -- "Sweetie, you're a delight to my day.
Some of the things you write about are such a turn on. You are the
sexiest man I've ever imagined. You may be invisible to me, but
thoughts of you make me masturbate to the point of the most intense
orgasms I've ever had...Your journal is sexually interesting. Hope you
keep it coming, so I will."
Comment from tigersharktorp - 9/6/05 8:26 AM
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