Money = Sex?
You know, this may sound strange but I think I may have been set up for a life of mongering by my prom date.
Background: prom date was my gringa girlfriend for 3 years. We had been getting it on since about our first month together, and since it was her high school prom (I went to a different school), I thought I should pay the money to please her, and so I could at least nail her afterwards, in that prom dress. There is just nothing hotter looking (in the world of gringas, anyway) than an 18 year old American girl in her prom dress, and my girlfriend was no exception in that custom white strapless gown she wore. She looked great. She had this sumptuous pair of B cups that were just spilling out of it all night long. She had a great body. Tall, lanky blonde, she was. Yum!
The prom sucked, as you might imagine. It was overpriced, and I think the whole night cost me like $500 in 1970s dollars (like $1,500 these days). So the least a guy can expect at the end of the evening is pulling the girl out of that dress and rocking her cradle really good.
Midway throught the stupid prom after they serve cold, nasty chicken and canned vegitables, the horrible band is playing some cover of a Lionel Richie song, one of her friends asks me "so what and ***** planning on doing at the end of summer?"
Stupid me, I didn't realize that I was being asked the "marriage" question. I told the friend that I was planning on going to college. Of course I was planning on dumping my girlfriend. Who the hell wants to go to college and not be able to taste all those sweet coeds??? Well, it must have gotten back to my girlfriend pretty fast because by the end of the night, she was moody, glowering, sullen, and giving me some pretty nasty looks. But, I just kept looking at those magnificent tits.
So we ended up in a big fight. I still got her out of that dress and banged her but it wasn't easy. And ever since then, I have always equated $500 with being equal to a good lay.

Thank god inflation has taken the edge off of that bad experience. Some of you guys know me as an "overpayer"...well, that is the reason why. My freaking prom date.
-PA
