I met a 50 year old van woman in Slab City going for a bath in the irrigation canal and decided to join her. She had a buzzcut, a boyish body and dressed like a man, but her pussy was clearly visible through the holes in the swimsuit. Got me rather excited. She told me a story about how she needs to go to town for a job interview but doesn't have enough money for gas. I put $30 of gas in her tank, then we returned to Slab City and ended up tangled up in the back with the door open.

Then some other dude popped his head in the van. Turns out she had accepted a prom date invitation from a gray-haired cuck earlier. He was very disappointed to see the woman he was mooning over getting casually intimate with a random drifter half her age. At the prom night party, I let him dance with her, but she was clearly not interested in him anymore and returned to me. Unfortunately, she had cooked up some onion and potato mix with red wine on the stovetop earlier, which gave her really bad breath. I simply couldn't get close without being revolted by the smell. She sensed the rejection and grew cold. I tried flirting with a younger girl from LA, but she turned me down bluntly.

Thus I fumbled my first intimate encounter with an interested woman at age 22. I'd go on to start work in west Texas and fumble half a dozen more chances with my coworkers before finally getting my tip wet seventeen months later at age 24 with a much younger, shorter and plumper girl who had zero personality whatsoever. What a letdown.