So, I am 40yrs old now and life is good. Back when I was 18, however, my life was pretty rough. I grew up mostly in nyc and this is where this story takes place.

There is no point to this story. I’m literally just sharing “my first AGR experience.” Maybe change up some of the repeating post types you see on this sub. I can say the story is true, most will probably think it’s just BS. Either way, enjoy the read.

Story time:

To cut out some fluff, I ended up homeless due to many fights at home leading up to me leaving and having nowhere to go. I asked some relatives if I could stay with them and was turned away. Which is where I learned many fairly harsh lessons real quick.

I had a full time job working at a hardware store in Manhattan and I was going to community college in queens in the evenings. Problem was, making minimum wage back then, I couldn’t afford to rent anywhere and I got by being pseudo homeless. I’d shower on campus, worked seven days a week and when I wasn’t on campus or work, I’d either be looking for a safe place to sleep or hanging out in the flushing library. The commute time between work and campus also ate up a lot of time back and forth on public transportation.

I spent a lot of time studying and in my accounting class, I ended up meeting a woman, I’ll call her “Michelle” here. She was 42yrs old but if I didn’t know better, she was maybe 25 tops.

She sucked at the class and somehow we ended up studying together. Fast forward a few weeks and she asks to pay me back by making me a home cooked meal.

Now, I legitimately thought it was just going to be food, and even if I had realized it was going to be more than that, I still would have jumped at the chance. She rolls up in a red fancy Porsche. I don’t know much about cars but I can tell it’s expensive and she when we get to her “home”, it’s a mansion (for nyc standards at least, roughly 4-5k sq/ft at my best guess now). Huge house, pictures hung up of her kids who are older than me and her husband. Apparently some high level exec who is gone all the time.

And she does cook. Best meal I’ve had in forever and she offers to do this every time we study together as a “thank you”.

That lasted about… until the next meet up before studying ended up with no clothes on.

I was 18, with a 42yr old woman who looked 25, that was married and had kids older than I was. I knew I was just a “toy”, and I liked it. Best part about it to me, was that most of the time, I would just stay at her place. She didn’t ask about my living situation until she told me I couldn’t stay with her that week because her husband was coming home for a few days. Initially I told her I just had a rough home life. After about the second month, she caught on to how I was actually living (in large part, due to only really having two sets of jeans and I think 4 shirts).

She was sweet and lonely. And we used each other like emotional campfires for warmth. When she realized I was effectively homeless, she offered to pay for me to stay in hotels when I wasn’t staying with her. I denied her offers, too much pride, a problem I still have today.

And for a few months, life was pretty good. I was a sort of “weekend homeless” when I wasn’t staying with Michelle. I knew it wouldn’t last, I just didn’t know how much time was left to enjoy my situation… Until she brought up the idea of divorcing her husband and running away with me.

Michelle had thought it all out. She would divorce her husband, get a stupid amount of money and alimony on top. We’d go somewhere out of nyc and just “be together”. She told me she loved me for the first time. And I think I did love her too, but her entire plan scared the absolute living shit out of me.

Needless to say and to cut down on some fluff, things did not work out. Sometimes, I wonder what my life would have been like if I had taken that leap of faith. Maybe never would have sold my soul and ass to Uncle Sam, but that’s life.

Thanks for reading.