Uh no. She was dope as fuck and this was before every girl with colored hair was like they are today. You were picking your nose a decade ago and wondering when you'd get your milk. Times change and so do demographics. In fact this girl later went on to become a SUCCESSFUL as in lives on just her trade artist and even got a STEM degree. She had a lovely relationship with her parents and literally was nothing like the whores you see today painting their domes.
THere was no mistake my man. This was a good woman. Back then we all expressed ourselves in very odd ways. I wore a collar with a lock on it while I was with her and still have the tags from one of her collars in my wallet.
What happened to me was hot and I busted the fattest nut while lying in a pool of my own blood. I had a fetish I never knew about. She helped me realize it.
Fuck man I miss her sketching me. She used my back for the base of all her photo realistic sketches and to this day I'm still used as the base for most of her "ideal male" sketches.
Nigga you want to talk couldn't control myself. When she left I fucked a 300lb mexican girl out of spite. Never forgave myself for that absolutely nasty choice. Wasn't even good.