I scheduled with a new girl this weekend. My regular was out of town and I was hitting a dry well with ECCIE and P411 ladies, so she came from a sketchy site--which I never do.
We arranged to meet at her upscale location. When I got there, she was bombed out of her mind.
I almost called it off at the door but she pulled it together and I decided she was probably mentally competent to consent to anything that might happen.
There were signs of partying in the room. I'll be vague so as to not violate ECCIE's code of conduct.
Well, I follow standard procedure and drop three bills on the dresser and we engage.
Fifteen minutes in, she flat passes out cold.
Out. Cold.
Shaking wasn't waking her up beyond a mumbled whine of "leave me alone."
This is a new one to me so I propped her up on the bed and made sure she wasn't going to choke or anything. I also pulled a blanket up to her shoulders.
Then I dressed and got the hell out of there.
On the way out, I snagged two of the three bills I'd laid on the dresser. I thought about taking it all but thought I'd at least (over)pay her for the limited time and attention.
Three hours later, she texted me "what happened?"
I explained and then she claimed I'd stolen the $200 that I reclaimed. "Indian giving is stealing."
She offered to give me the remaining 45 minutes in exchange for the cash but I declined.
She blew up my Voice account for about six hours with increasingly desperate demands and threats. I didn't respond.
So, was I the asshole here?