Muse/DethFromAbove

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This is the story of how I met up with Emma Austin, aka Muse, in real life. It's almost surely going to be tl;dr since I am still emotionally reeling and motivated as hell. You may have read about it in Chit Chat but this is the whole story.

Some backstory: I live in Los Angeles, California. Muse lives in Memphis Tennessee. Also, let it be known that I am a tremendous retard when it comes to relationships.

It all started back in September. I was trying to get over a girl IRL and figured since Muse was a girl, she could probably help. I was really honest about things with her, and I suppose this made her feel comfortable enough to reveal some personal things about herself.

She'd talk to me about how she hated being fat, how bad the internet, especially Musophobic, made her feel about her weight, that she would even cry in front of the mirror because she hated how her body looked, and how she'd starve herself just to lose weight. She also told me about how she cares about everyone's opinion of her, including the internet, and if she gives a bad first impression, she would try and fix it. This genuinely alarmed and saddened me.

In one of many IM sessions, I told her I didn't like this self-destructive path she was taking because I cared about her, and that I thought she was a beautiful girl. This triggered a big outpour of emotion from her. After that she'd randomly tell me she really liked me, and I'd tell her I felt the same.

One night, her internet connection kept crapping out. She asked if I wanted to talk on the phone. I agreed, knowing I'd probably incur long-distance charges, and gave her my cellphone number. It was a stupid, awkward conversation where we didn't talk about anything in particular, and she ended up masturbating to me over the phone. She thought I was doing the same on the other end, but I wasn't. We talked until the wee hours of the morning before she finally let me sleep.

Around this time her infatuation with me grew stronger. She would even wait for me to get on the internet, and text me in the morning and while I was at work, both of which I thought were sweet of her. One day, in IM, she said, "I want you to love me." I told her I already did, and practically sealed my fate. After that, she'd always text me, telling me she was pining for me. We made plans for her to come see me in January when she'd get some scholarship money she said she would waste otherwise. Calls were more frequent, and consequently so were masturbation sessions where I never participated.

Like a truly infatuated dumbass, however, I wanted to see her as soon as possible. I bought plane tickets for the first weekend of November - the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th - and I was set.

Then she slowly stopped talking to me. I was never the one to IM her first. I'd come home and kinda just wait around until she IMed me. I never had to wait long. I guess because of my inexperience I read way too much into this and figured she had lost interest. I'd talk to her about it constantly, and she would always reassure her love. I figured I would drive her away if this continued, and I didn't want to lose what I had, so I stopped talking to her in hopes that she'd miss me and talk to me again.

It didn't work.

Anyway, November 2nd rolls around. I'm not really as nervous as she thinks I am. The flight over there was awful. I get off the plane and it's f**king freezing. I successfully get to her college on a bus despite her shitty directions. We meet up on the sidewalk and my first thought is "wow she is really short." She takes me to her Japanese class and I sit there for what seems like an eternity. When class is over we hang out with her friend Mike for a while and then she takes me to her dorm, where we kinda just lay there in the presence of her lesbian room mate. Muse falls asleep for like 20 minutes and not too long later her room mate goes to work. I figured we were going to mess around before she went to work but all we did was watch Howl's Moving Castle, which I slept through.

After the movie ends her two friends Mike and Lane show up and we all kinda just shoot the shit until she has to go to work around 5. During this time I hang out with Mike and Lane, watching some Schoolhouse Rock play at Lane's school. They also drove me to this hotel where I got a room. After the play ends at 9, the 3 of us go out to eat at this 50's themed restaurant and then go back to Muse's dorm, where she's waiting for us. Mike and Lane drop Muse and I off at this improv show called FreakEngine, which was pretty funny. The show ends around 2 in the morning. Afterwards, we get a ride to my room from one of her friends who attended FreakEngine. She accidentally leaves her cell phone in her car.

After a quick shower, we attempt to f**k. It does not go well. I am apparently too thick for her tiny vagina. My cock simply would not fit, so we give up and I finger her for a while while sucking on her tits. We end up going to bed around 4 in the morning, since she's got work at 10 and Mike is supposed to pick her up. He flakes out and we go back to sleep.

Around 2, we wake up and go out to eat at this Chinese restaurant. Of course, I pay for it. Anyway Mike and Lane show up again and they're hungry so we go to the aforementioned 50's-themed restaurant again and eat and two more of her friends show up. After dinner we go to my hotel room again and chill there until around 11:30 when they all decided to leave. This is where shit gets interesting.

We fool around for a while and she sucks my dick. I didn't have the nerve to tell her she was lousy at it. Afterwards she kissed me and I was repulsed by it, but I was too caught up in the moment to say anything. She gets on top of me, and at this point, I'm determined to make my dick fit. It kinda snaps in suddenly, and she groans loudly. She was pretty tight. I f**ked her reverse missionary for a bit and then she gets off, lays on the bed, and says "I want you to f**k me." Still caught up in the moment, I did what she said and busted a nut not soon after. The whole thing lasted maybe 5 minutes. I didn't wear a condom because I assumed she would wear a sponge. I'm not sure if she did or not but I'm pretty sure she isn't pregnant.

The story would not be complete without embarrassing details, so here goes. Muse is hairy. Really hairy. I don't think she even shaved her legs in the morning. It's also incredibly thick and sturdy. Running my hand up and down her thigh felt like caressing a cactus. She's also got a big ass, and not the good kind of big. It's all fat and misshapen. She also has hair on the top of her asscrack. Tons of hair, like pubes. It's also around the small of her back and is the most revolting thing I've ever seen. I didn't really mind, though. I still thought I was in love. She's also got really fat arms and legs and belly, which is also f**king gross when I think about it. Also, she cuts herself.

Imagine this monstrosity without clothes and you'll see what I mean

Anyway, after I busted inside her, she goes to the restroom to clean up, and tells me she's done. Wondering what the f**k I did or didn't do but not willing to force her, I agree and we go to sleep. Around 11 I wake up and realize I'm late to check out. I get up, wake up Muse, and do the regular morning shit (brush teeth, get dressed etc.) and proceed to check out of the hotel. My plane leaves at around 6, but I told her I wanted to get there at least an hour early, so she calls her mom to pick us up and we head back to her place where I meet her drunk dad. Both her parents are really nice people. I even got a Budweiser from her dad.

The last few hours of my trip were spent helping Muse cover up this cage with wire so the cats won't get to the plant her mom wants to put in there.

Around 4:45 we start heading to the airport. I get out, get a hug from her, and walk to the gate with a heavy heart.

The ensuing weeks are where it all went to shit. We stopped talking because I was unwilling to IM or text her first, and even when I did to try and ask her why she wasn't talking to me, we'd have really short conversations. I suppose she realized something when we met up. I only recently found out that even while I was there, she wanted some other guy named Michael all along.

Realizing that it wasn't going to go anywhere, I told her that it was over, even though I didn't really want it to be over. Since I am a weak-willed individual, she convinced me to stay, giving me the old "I've been really busy" excuse. After a couple days in which she didn't speak to me, I decided I was sure I wanted to break it off, and this time she accepted it, even though she told me "I can't just not talk to you," to which I replied, "you've been doing fine so far." Apparently this was total iseburn to her or something, because she stopped talking to me completely after that. Feeling bad, I continued to text her, and she revealed she was supposedly really hurt by all this. I felt terrible. At the time I didn't want to hurt her at all. She convinced me to stay a second time, and like the first time, didn't talk to me again until I talked to her. I figured she was just giving me a taste of my own medicine, so I talked to her more and more, but that didn't do anything.

Then I found out about Tony.

Oh boy

Even though she admitted to having gone out on a date with this guy, she assured me she loved me, and had no long-term plans for him. That she was saving me for that. Still unwilling to accept defeat, I put up with it. From the times I did get her to talk to me, she made it sound like they hung out 24/7. I still thought she was going to school and working. It turns out she quit working and going to class for this person.

Anyway, I realized I had lost, so I broke up with Muse for the last time this past Saturday. Now, apparently, she is in love with Tony, even though they've only been going out for 2 weeks. I don't know how long they've known each other prior to this, but she seems to have no idea what love is, and neither do I. She was in "love" with the boyfriend before me, she slapped the label on our relationship, and now this poor bastard is next. I already warned him over myspace.

Mine is a tale of triumph though. Through my colossal screw-up, I learned plenty. I have lots of people here who care about me - which was what I was looking for in Muse - including my awesome mom. I've still got a job that I'm good at, do well in school, and a general direction in my life.

I pity Muse, however. I couldn't tell over the internet, but she is really irresponsible, lazy, has almost no self-discipline, and has absolutely no ambition for school. She has no feasible, immediate goal, just the pipe dream of someday becoming an artist. I honestly think that she will never achieve any of the things she talks about doing, including losing weight. She falls in and out of "love" so fast I fear she'll never know what the f**k it is.

I'm done with relationships for a while. That isn't important. That's not to say I'm done with women, though. Anyway, I know none of you are interested in what I've learned from this. You came for the lulz so scroll back up for them.

Thank you, Emma. I wish you well in your endeavors and hope you find happiness one day, though I know you'll just f**k it up.

:)

edit: tl;dr - Muse is a deceitful bitch and it took $500 for me to find that out.

edit edit: some things I forgot to mention: she even cares what MANTITS has to say about her. he really hurt her this one time and even cried over the phone when Muso was ragging on her in Chit Chat.