Ok, so it was a slow night, just a few people at the bar. I'm chatting with this 28 year old chubby chick (who actually isn't terribly unattractive) and her 75 year old boyfriend...seriously, not a friggin DAY under 75. And just to be clear, this is not a spry and energetic 75, I'm talking one foot in the grave and the other on a banana peel 75. I assumed figuring out this situation would be the strangest part of my night, but I was incorrect.
As I'm hanging out behind the bar I hear ChubDigger talking on the phone telling someone how to get to the bar. I inquire and she tells me it's some guy she met last week who's coming up with his cousin--Grampa was currently on bathroom break #15. So I tell her she better hope the cousin is a smokin' hottie or else I was going to be closing the bar down early. Well I wasn't too far off...not quite a smokin' hottie, but young and definitely worth some effort. I decide to keep the bar open.
Well, as ChubDigger and Hilljack are busy flirting right in front of Grampa, I start chatting up the cousin. She tells me she just moved to Youngstown a few days earlier from Oklahoma City. No real reason, mind you...she just decided to move. No job, no apartment, and no real prospects. Until she tells me her name is Destiney

(complete with the proper spelling of said moniker) and my immediate thought was "Well sh##, I know 5 or 6 places that'll hire you tomorrow. They've already got a name tag ready for you." So at this point I'm thinking this is gonna be like shooting fish in a barrel. There's no way I'm not gonna nail this broad 5 times before sunrise, and there's no way she's not gonna try to steal my wallet.
But then she mentions that she has three kids, and suddenly my minimal bartending duties seem to take up an inordinate amount of time. I'm just smelling trouble all over this girl. Plus the accent was getting annoying, then I notice her teeth, which could only be described as Oklahoma-flavored. I've decided to play it safe...wasn't really drunk enough to jump down the rabbit hole that this night could turn into.
Well it gets on toward closing time, Chubdigger and Hilljack are blatantly discussing the logistics of hooking up later...right in front of poor Grampa. No matter, you could set a bomb off right next to his head and he wouldn't hear it. Anyway, I've unwittingly become part of the plan as Destiney

volunteers to make things easier by having me take her back to HillJack's house (where she's currently residing). She informs me of the plan with a wink and a smile.

I had already firmly decided to bail, but that decision looked rather hasty at this point. I'm not made of stone, dammit!!!
OK, the best part of this misadventure was all the wonderful things I learned about the Young Destiney

on our ride over to her place. But I'm gonna skip to the sexytime for now. We get back to the house but can't get in because Hilljack had the key. So we're sitting on the porch (which is well-hidden, which would come in handy very soon) just chatting and finding out more mind-boggling tidbits about our Jerry Springer All-Star, Oklahoma Conference. And in an effort to shut her up before I simply run away screaming into the night, we start making out. Things get into heavy touching-and-rubbing territory but stop abruptly when I begin to visit Candyland. Now, a normal girl would just say that it's bad timing and assume that I know exactly what she's talking about. Trailer park girls are a little more blunt, apparently. The phrase "raggin' it" made an appearance. And honestly, thank God for that. The night really wouldn't have been quite as special without it.
But the great thing about our Young Destiney

is that in the split second between her uttering that phrase and the inevitable loss of my physical arousal, she had dropped down to have a conversation with Li'l Homer. There was no time to even register the rollercoaster ride of emotions and physical reactions that the last ten seconds had delivered. So I just went with it.

And she performed admirably.
So back to all the wonderful things I got to hear on the ride over and during our brief porch conversation. I'm just gonna make a list, because there really is no narrative way I can deliver all this insanity/information/bullsh##/hilarity.
As mentioned, she moved here from OKC pretty much on a whim.
She had told her cousin she was just visiting for a couple of weeks. She still has to convince him to let her live with him.
She's 23 and has three children that are staying with the dad's grandmother.
This is because she was a drug addict. Which she only did to get back at the kids' dad because
he was a drug addict. This made perfect sense to her.
She "don't do drugs no more" because she's a Christian now.
She "does music". Not "she sings" or "she's a musician"...as she emphatically stated, "I do music".
She and someone else she "does music" with had the number one download on iTunes last year. I'm not sure she knows what most of those words mean.
She's the youngest of five children, all with different fathers.
She sold drugs in large quantities for a Mexican drug ring. She was apparently very good at it and was quite proud of this fact. At that point I suggested she look into some sort of sales career.
She doesn't have a cell phone. And it has nothing to do with being a broke unemployed single mother with a criminal record, but because she doesn't trust them. It has something to do with identity theft, I don't know, I'm surprised I was still conscious at this point.
There's more, and I'm sure it will come to me...in flashbacks...like a Vietnam vet.
And yes, after all that information was laid out on the table, I still hooked up with her. My penis is an entity with more power and strength and sheer will than...I really can't even think of a proper comparison. She was 23, small, thin, good backside, pretty face...there was no way he was going to let that pass. She could have told me that she was going to turn into a werewolf in about 3 minutes, and my wang would have just said, "F##k it, I only need 2!"
So if you look at it that way, I really had no choice in the matter.