Oops went a little overboard!

I am really confused about Christy. I thought we had a great time and I would do it again anytime but she really hasn't said much to me since she got back into town. I feel as if I am chasing her now and I don't want to be in that kind of situation. I guess she just likes to have sex with random guys or something I don't really understand because we hit it off so well but maybe I am just being naive thinking that there is something more there than sex. I mean I could tell the kind of girl she was when I met her. The way she talked, walked, and drank booze. She was definitely not the kind of girl you are going to proudly want to take home and introduce to your mother. Still though I thought that all girls, even rebellious slutty girls deep down want a man to just love them and take care of them. I find it hard to believe that there are smoking hot chicks out there who are having sex with lots of random men and not ever getting emotionally involved or attached to anyone they are with. Girls who are able to get what they want sexually and still stay single. Perhaps I have met and had sex with one of these rare breeds of women. I don't know whether I should feel used or feel privileged. I think i may just be suffering from the fact that she took it away from me so now I naturally want it even though I know she doesn't really want me and certainly won't be falling in love with me. I am already typing too much about this girl that I am supposedly not thinking about anymore. I should be focusing on the new girls that I have met and gone out with that seem way more compatible in terms of being in a relationship.

I met this really tall brunette named Veronica. She is 6 feet tall and with heels on she is taller than me so I found out. I have always preferred being with petite women but there is something very sexy about a tall thin woman that is attractive. It is like a wild cat taking down a giraffe and tearing it apart. That is how I feel about conquering a women like this sexually. Anyways she is really into jazz music and works for a musical promotion company or something so she said we should meet in real life because we have only been talking on the internet of course through the online dating site we belong to. So she tells me we should meet at this jazz club and I have never been to a jazz club before but whatever it's cool I will check it out and see how it is. I arrived late to the club and omg it was weird. I go in and I am just standing there looking around this smoke filled room like it was straight out of a movie or something and finally I notice this tall blonde walking toward me. She looked like a 1950's Hollywood actress and I nearly passed out looking at her coming toward me, it was like slow motion, I was like omg this can't be her can it because her hair was very different, it was all wavy and exotic looking and wow did it ever look good. I was almost prepared for her to walk right passed me because it was too good to be true, but I was wrong, it WAS her and she walked up to me and said you must be Eric and before I could say yes she gave me a kiss on the cheek and the smell of her perfume and whisp of her long flowing hair touching me sent a shiver down my entire spine.

I followed her through a maze of tables and chairs through the smoke filled room until we finally arrived at her table. We sat down and I looked around frantically for a waitress because I was stressed out and needed a drink bad. Right as I turned around she was right there asking me what I wanted and I told her a gin and tonic and she disappeared into the smoke. I turned back around and the goddess was still sitting there. I was half prepared for her to be gone and for me to wake up in a cold sweat and realize this is all just a dream but there she was glowing in the lounge light rocking back and forth to the music. The rest of the night was a blur once the drinks started to arrive. I didn't recognize any of the music and after about 4-5 songs it all started to sound the same to me. An uncultured beast I am I guess. By the end of the night my head was buzzing and we got up to leave and nearly fell over because I was so drunk. She said "looks like someone is ready for bed - why don't we call you a taxi" - next thing I remember the taxi driver is saying "yo wake up we are here" and I am sitting in an empty taxi cab in front of my building. I vaguely remember paying him and making it upstairs. I awoke the next morning with my clothes still on.