Contributed by Puddin' Pop Grace:
The first time we slept together I
was drunk. Like, drunk to the point that I'm not sure how it happened. It was
our first date. I had the "Grace is online dating Amber Alert" out to
Chris. So I do know that at the second bar I texted her that you were normal, I
just didn't feel any chemistry between us.
But it was a slippery slope. You
went for it, I was drunk and lonely and in need of some reassurance about my
looks, so I went along with it. The next morning I smiled thinking of you. I
was sure it was a one night stand, and I was fine with that.
And then you called me again. I
thought I must have read the situation wrong. Maybe you actually liked me.
Maybe I could like hanging out with you. You weren't a bad guy, just not my
type. I decided to give you another chance.
I went to your house and met your roommates.
We're the same age, but I'm at least 4 years older than you in practice. The
house was a mess. Your roommates were stoned and eating cookies.
We watched half a movie. We went to
your room. We watched Spongebob and you took off my shirt. We slept together
again. You fell asleep. I looked around your room while you were sleeping.
There was jewelry from other girls. There was a large box of condoms in your
trash can. I snuck out of your house, feeling empty.
This isn't what I want.
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