Let’s call them heroin Heather, and Drew-id. Both had face tattoo’s, I was attracted to both, liked bad girls for a while, not the healthiest choices of company.
Drew I met on a plane, both of us fleeing a life in New York. Her, meth, Me, drug cult, we hit it off. She had Druid runes tattooed on her face, and the brightest natural red hair I’ve ever seen. Her dog even liked me. We dated for a bit, had magic Wiccan full moon sex in animal head dresses…yeah…
Next up was Heather, I met her in rehab, she had tattoos of stars, brightly rainbow colored, while she herself rarely worn anything but black. She was beautiful, dangerous. Criminal record for stabbing her ex. You can guess what her favorite drug was.
Neither was healthy. Was wild, and I’ve got my stories.
Few married women. One of which I learned belonged to a white national. I was sleeping with both the wife and the husband. Once I learned about the racism I called off the whole thing.
Mostly a few months to a year. Longest relationship is my current one, 4 years.
She’s a good girl, nothing like what I used to date, she keeps me steady. By her own admission she’s a nerd who’s never been bad. Her mother has backed that up. Lol
