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I had girl named Kim that I dated in highschool that called me up a few years after we both graduated and had moved away. She said she was coming to visit a relative about an hour away from where I lived, and asked if I wanted to drive over and meet her. The conversation turned sexual, and it became readily apparent that this was a booty call. She asked if I could get a hotel reservation for us and I did.
Well, I go to pick her up, and what had once been this lovely young vixen was now a walking, talking beanbag. She had put on at least 60 pounds. She ran up and put me in a crushing bearhug and said she was so happy to see me, that it had been too long, and that she couldn't wait to get to the hotel so we could get to business, yadda yadda yadda.
So I'm panicking, trying to figure out how I am going to not have to sleep with this woman. We go to the hotel, check in, and go to our room. I can't even set the keys down before she's on top me. I ask if she wouldn't like to go out to dinner first. "You're all I want to eat" she says. I groan in despair. She mistakes it for ecstacy.
Then, inspiration struck. I said I need some ice water and extricated myself from her grasp. I lunged for the icebucket, snatched it up, and then sprinted for the door. By the time I made it to my car, I had myself convinced that if she didn't want to get abandoned in a hotel room she shouldn't have eaten so many twinkies.