Stalked

Stalked from the Oxfam bookshop to the canal I couldn’t help but feel special when she introduced herself. Her name was Jenny and she had seen me and needed to tell me that she liked me and wanted to get to know me. I was flattered.
She was a sweet little creature with dark brown hair and the same colour eyes as my mother. When we kissed she hardly used her tongue and it was difficult to engage her. When we had sex she wanted to be thrown about.
A week later I was happy and decided to start going out with her. Two weeks after that and I decided that it was time to finish with her.