The 100 Girls, 100 Days Project

I met Summer via a dating site.  She seemed nice enough to spend a Sunday night with.   She even mentioned having to go to church at 5, but she suggested getting drinks after. I pegged her as a Sunday school sinner from the get-go, what I didn’t realize though was that she young, painfully young.

I should have been clued in by the overuse of makeup, the dress, and the fact that she had me running to the bar to get her rum & cokes.  Her profile said she was 22, but she looked young. Turns out she was 19 and playing dress up.  I asked to see her license, and she tossed me her fake. Unfortunately for her, I’ve worked in bars before and have spent more time than I care to admit meticulously staring at government IDs, but I gave her her drink. There are worst things I could have done with this girl than give her a second rum and coke…and that is as bad as I got.

I looked at her long and hard before I asked why on earth she was wasting her evening with a guy nearly 10 years her senior. I joked that she had a daddy compled. She called me a jerk.

A jerk that bought your last two rounds.

And all of a sudden I was damn charming again, and she wore a smirk. She was killing herself trying to convince me that 19 isn’t that young. But in my head the distinction between 22 and 19 is eons. The one between 23 & 25 is even bigger. College is a series of big, important, defining years… as are the first couple years out of it. You aren’t a fully formed person until then.  I joked that she was like a third trimester baby of a person, and she kept trying to show me how grown up she was by coming on to me.

She’d tell me about how she’s had sex, and the boys she’s been involved with. She’d tell me about the hearts she broke, and the hardships of her life. I bought her another drink and just took in the experience.  If I was a different kind of guy, I would have been set with how drunk I got this girl. But I wasn’t that kind of guy.  I was the kind of guy to buy her a few drinks, listen to her, and politely kiss her forehead before I settled the tab and left her to her rum.