When you kept going to the bathroom every 10-15 minutes, I knew something was up. We didn't meet online, which is rare nowadays, but we did meet out and about and decided to get a drink. You were a bit on the trashy side, but I've always been a little attracted to trashy. On your 3rd trip to the bathroom, I decided to just ask you and I posed the question: "So... do you like to party?" You said. "Sometimes" and I responded with "I love to." Our eyes locked and at that moment, I knew you knew that I knew.
I asked what it was you were doing and after a bit of hesitation, you said you were smoking crack. I told you that although I had experimented with a lot of drugs, I had never tried crack. I asked how it felt and you simply said, "Great!". You then asked if I wanted to try it and I said yes, so we finished our beers and went out to my car.
You held the pipe to my lips and walked me through the process. "Take as big a hit as you can and hold it for as long as you can." I could feel a warm, numbing smoke enter into my lungs and almost immediately, the world changed. My heart raced and the sense of euphoria was better than any drug in the past.
Long story short, we ended up draining my bank account of $200 that night, bought more crack, rented a crappy hotel room on SE Stark near the 205, smoked more rock, drank and had raunchy sex the rest of the night. I did things sexually that I had never done before.
It was an unforgettable horrible night.