She was the kind of person you meet at certain dismal dull affairs.

by anna at 08:53 AM on September 04, 2006

It was a small college town with just one bar and no movie theater. The kids would gather there to drink and drug and play pool. I would do there to stay sober and hustle them out of their parents money. I noticed a short-haired ethnic kind of chick with a Brookyn accent watching me play impassively. I could tell there was some kind of interest but I had no idea what sort. No idea.

As the joint was closing and the losers were shuffling out, commiserating about this missed opportunity or that, the Brooklyn girl approached me with a very direct proposition. I was thinking, this is my lucky night! I had had a lucrative night of hustling. I had $75 in my pocket and now an instant, free date.

Alex asked me to drive her to her dorm. But on the way in she saw the light on in her room (or what she said was her room.) This meant her skanky roommate had brought some random guy home again. She suggested that we do it on the walkway, and I foolishly agreed. Afterwards we gathered up our stuff and went our separate ways.

Only when I returned to my apartment did I realize that Alex was the ultimate hustler. She'd watched me pocket all that money over the course of several hours and then stole it from me, along with my wallet, in a matter of seconds.

I stormed over to her dorm, intent on retrieving my cash and maybe punching her in face. Only to find out there was no Alex who lived at that dorm and nobody fitting her description either. I never saw her, my $75 or my wallet again.