OK, there are so many things to tell, I'm really not sure where things need to go. In chronological order or from mild stupidity to bats#it craziness? I'm thinking chronological.
Remember, she doesn't have a phone. So when I got a got a call from an unfamiliar number on Monday night I didn't answer...mainly because I have a boatload of debt and get calls from random numbers on a pretty regular basis.

But when the same number called twice on Tuesday morning, I answered Destiney's

call. We set things up for me to pick her up around 8 (after my golf league) at her cousin's house.
Girls and/or guys that don't golf, feel free to skip the quote box.
So a quick sidestory for the golfers. Our league has dwindled ridiculously this year, to the point where we've been getting 5 or 6 guys on occasion instead of the usual 15 or 20. Tuesday's weather was questionable and two of the other reliable guys had texted me they couldn't make it. I was literally the only one to show up. I WAS A LEAGUE!!! Anyway, I had a cooler packed and the golf bug flowing through my system so I played solo, and as soon as I made the decision I knew what would happen. I shot a 37 with three birdies, and had the scare of my life on the par 3 number 8...from the second I hit it, it was all over the pin and out loud said to myself "F### no!" as I was about to get a hole-in-one without a witness. It just cleared the pin and stuck about six feet deep. I've never been so happy to miss a shot.
I finished my nine in 50 minutes and still had four beers, plus the two before in the parking lot, plus a few more before I got there to pick up my date. My
date.I knew when I walked in that she wasn't ready and I had to wait for friggin ever for her to get ready. So during this time I was perusing the random stuff throughout the first floor, sweating my ### off because there was no air conditioning. Anyway, there were guns. Not like an arsenal or anything, but a few hunting rifles. And about 57 hunting knives. From that and some pictures of the cousin and his dad, I was getting a strong outdoorsy, possible Wolverine-esque vibe. So when she started showing me a photo album of family pics that mostly involved dead deer and giant fish, I wasn't real surprised. It was when she came across the polaroid of about 15 dudes posing in front of a Swastika flag that my eyes really bugged out of my head. Her comment was simply, "Yeah, Nazis."
ARE YOU FRIGGIN KIDDING ME? Yeah, Nazis? That's your statement regarding this picture?
Yeah, Nazis?!?!?!
Let's get a few things straight here though. At this point, several things are going on:
I'm hot and sweaty and miserable and all I want to do is leave.
My buzz was wearing off and I was ready to kill someone for another beer.
She's wearing a tiny dress.
She's doing all these little girl nervous things, so I know it's a slam dunk.
I haven't been laid in months.
Screw it, I'm sticking with this until the deed is done. So she's living pretty near the bar where I work, but I suggest we go out to a bar in my neighborhood which is out in suburbia. She agrees quickly, but not real sure what I mean by suburbia. Literally she didn't know what suburbia means...she thought it was the name of an actual place.
On the drive, she was pawing through my CD's and handed me one and tells me to play it. I look and it's a burned CD upon which I wrote "G. Love Discography." I was surprised that she knew G Love, but actually she didn't. She just liked the title..."Discography", she said, "That's a great title. Cool word."

I didn't have the heart to tell her what that actually means. This girl is seriously borderline riitarded.
So to the "definitions" thing. Granted, I use some uncommon terms, but here are the words she clearly didn't know:
Suburbia
Discography
Inconsolable
Irate
Envelop (as a verb, even though it was used with hand gestures)
When it turned to music (which she does) the terms
a capella and
indie rock were met with blank stares.
She was also impressed by my use of spectacular. I mean, there are four syllables after all.
I haven't been laid in months.
So as we approach my side of town there are two choices. The bar where my friends and I go regularly, where I go for lunch regularly, and where I'm friends with a couple of the bartenders. Or the bar next door where everyone I know absolutely hates the guy that owns it, and we almost never even step foot into the place. This bar is a half mile from my apartment and I've been there once, and felt bad for even walking in the door. Ummmm, pretty easy decision. Went to the place where there was absolutely no chance of seeing anyone I know.
We hung out for an hour and a half, maybe two. Pretty much ready to kill myself. Thank god for beer, because I was sucking them down like there was a golden ticket at the bottom of each one. At this point, the teeth are becoming a borderline dealbreaker. Seriously, I'm ok with the snaggletooth...I'm actually pissed that Jewel got hers fixed. But these are just awful. Bucktoothed, crooked, horrible things going on. Really awful.
I also learned that she didn't have three kids, she has four. The oldest, which she had at 17, is named Ashton. Yes, you know who he was named after.
So we're supposed to go to another bar, but I suggest we just go back to my place. It's right around the corner, after all. Destiney

excitedly agrees.
She's wearing a tiny dress.
I haven't been laid in months.
Seriously, judge me all you want. It doesn't matter. I did what needed to be done.
And yet I have to sit for another 30 minutes while she talks about crap. This is where she really gets into her music career. Because she "does lots of music." She doesn't just do music, she does
lots of music. I think her intent was to let me know that she is involved in music of different genres (another word she didn't know) but it may have just been that she's been very busy in whatever genre she does music in. I really had given up even trying to understand anything at this point.
So the whole night she was acting very antsy and when I would ask why, she'd say it was because of me, that I made her nervous. When we'd kiss, she'd turn away after a few seconds saying I was tempting her. Apparently her Christian conscience was getting in the way. So when we were back at my place, a move was made and within three minutes we were in the bedroom. Jesus can suck it.
Crazy-good sex ensued. Remember that line in Election when the teacher that was banging Tracy Flick said "Her p#### gets
so wet!" Well yeah, that was my Destiney

. Shaved as clean as a 5th grade cheerleader, she was clearly prepared for the evening. And for having a dozen children, her stuff was in surprisingly good shape. Yes, I went down for a visit...I really don't even know how to deliver the lovin' without tearing up the south forty.
Anyway, she showered up and I took her home. The ending to the story has no shot at topping the initial visit to Castle Destiney
I'm sure more tidbits from the evening will pop back into my dome, but you'll just have to settle for this massive amount of text for now.