About four years ago, I was on a plane headed back to SoCal. Fortune was truly smiling on me when out of all the passengers I could've had sit beside me, I got a stunning eighteen year old part black/part Serbian girl with light skin and blue eyes.
She was quite chatty and opened me, as a matter of fact. As it turned out, she was on her way to California to tour a college campus she was considering to attend in the fall. As we got to know each other, the flight attendant came by and I ordered an alcoholic beverage and slid it over to her on the sly, which while certainly illegal, undoubtedly scored me points.
She asked if I had a girlfriend, and as much as I wanted to deny having one, it was my girlfriend who would be picking me up at the airport, so I couldn't bullshit her without risking her finding out otherwise. I asked what her story was and she said she was seeing a guy back home in Connecticut. I asked how that was going to work when she went off to school and she said they were going to do the long distance thing, which I playfully teased her about.
In the end, we enjoyed our conversation (which made our flight time go by in a blink) enough we decided to keep in touch and became "friends" on Facebook. Over the next couple months, we occasionally "liked" each other's photos and exchanged a few messages. One day I received a message saying she was officially coming to California for college, and that we would have to get together again once she was in town. Subsequently, I would find out she and her boyfriend broke up over her choosing to travel so far away for school (shocker, right?) and now I had to figure out how to eliminate my girlfriend as a road block.
I lied and told her my girlfriend and I broke up, and subsequently our messages became more and more flirty and sexual. Ironically, by the time she arrived, what started out as a lie became the truth when my girlfriend and I
actually broke up.
Long story short, I ended up meeting her in her dorm room with a bottle of vodka in tow. "Mysteriously," her roommates were nowhere to be found and I wound up fucking her on the world's smallest mattress. Not long after, when I tried hitting her up again, she told me she thought our age difference was just too much (ten years) and that we shouldn't talk anymore.
My feelings on the whole thing?