Sunday, Joy came over. She was late. She got into a minor car accident on the way over. Another vehicle dented her lower passenger door leaving a small crease. 

Joy is a petite blond. She came over dressed casually in jeans and a top with a pale pink hoodie. I took her out it a local restaurant for Lunch. Joy has an anxious personality. She was smoking a weed pen and even had a drink at lunch, but neither seemed to calm her down or loosen her up. She likes to talk, and we had a good conversation throughout the day, but when we headed upstairs, she was still hard to read.

Things didn't go well upstairs. Her body was stiff. It made me uncomfortable, which caused me to ask more than once if she was okay with it all. That made her defensive. I think part of the problem is Joy is not the type to have casual sex. At twenty-nine, she has only had three sexual partners. She would make a better girlfriend than a friend with benefits. 

My gut says don't have her back. Things might get better, but I have a feeling it would be an uphill battle, and I don't feel like investing in it. There are too many other incompatibilities.