Let's go back 5-6 years...
It's my Senior year of college and I'm dating an older guy. OoooOOOooo. He was nice. And I was having fun. Well, during our rather tumultuous time together (he was the jealous type), the most uncomfortable thing happened. And no, I'm not talking about anal sex.
Back then I was, let's just say, commitment-phobic. I was 20-21 years old. I was about to graduate from college. I didn't know what I was going to do after I graduated (except move back home. Boo-hiss!). You know, that kinda mess.
Well, Chris (I'm telling you, Chris' and Mike's... never again!) was older and a lot more into our relationship than I was. Oh shit, I just realized he was the same age I am now. Yikes! Okay, moving on.
Back to the most uncomfortable moment. One night he was over. *cough* Ahem, you know staying over. And we're uhm... doing the hibbidy dibbidy and I said something to him (I'm a talker)... and then he said to me...
Chris: I love you, too.
Me: Wait. What? (My hands fall to my side. All movement ceasing.)
Chris: Didn't you just tell me you loved me?
Mind you, I had never said it before (to him, at least) and certainly wasn't saying it then.
Me: Uhm.... no.
Chris: Oh.
Me: (oh, shit.) I’m sorry.
Chris: No. No. It’s okay. But I mean… I do… love you.
Me: (open mouth)
Chris: It’s okay if you don’t love me yet. I mean… for now.
Me: (My mouth is still open. I sit up.) Okay.
Chris: Where are you going?
Me: (uhm, far far away from you!) To the restroom. I’ll be right back.
Uh, yeah.
Exactly.
Awkward.
Anyways I’m sure I could have handled it a lot better. But I was young and freaked out.
But let that be a lesson to you. Be careful what you say in bed. Cause you never know when they’ll hear something completely different.
1 comment:
Eeesh...awkward to say the least!
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