>meet a horny maori babushka while busking
>pulled into a third wheel setting because my impoverished useless Italian acquaintance can't say no to the possibility of free alcohol
>10/10 banter and dark humour from her yesterday
>Italian is more focused on the gin
>Talk politics with the babushka's mum
>eat delicious food
>bepis starts plotting foul ideas
>internal conflict with heda
>decide to hang out with her today and she buys me one cigarillo
>walk through the supermarket and held her shop
>young and pretty women looking at me and questioning the pairing
>my narcissism was well fed from the mountain of stares and gawking
>get a coffee
>poofter, ugly women all keep talking and looking at us
>back at her place we chat and i play piano
>more good banter but she starts whining about her ex
>red flags everywhere
>told me she's often drinking at bars
>multiple abortions
>never had kids or married
>unemployed
>well educated
>binge drinker
>tells me she's gotta drop me off cause her ex is coming over for dinner
>tells me i remind her of a man who she slept with eons ago
>benis asks if she'd like to have some fun
>she says sure
>get in the car and grab her hand to place it on my benin
>good squeeze
>tells me she'd feel guilty having dinner with her ex after a good rump despite having invited men back from the pub to cuck her ex
>drops me off and starts texting me dirty things
what have i done dogdammnit