She liked the stars

She was raped a few months before I met her. Her brother noted that she liked to surround herself with puny guys, but the boyfriend she snagged a few months after I met her was a bit older, strong, and violent. Their affair was short-lived. When it ended, she shaved her head and started wearing long underwear and sweatpants and workboots. She made oh-so-clever puns involving variations of my name in the context of rubbing. I couldn't deal.

We talked briefly a few times, years later.