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January 20, 2019

Wrong and idiotic

Mike is up first thing the next morning. “I have to go for a meeting,” he tells me. “It’s OK, go back to sleep,” he says as I try to get up. “I’ll be back by 11am.”

I doze off again. He leaves me a fresh towel to use after I take a shower and leaves. He’s being so nice to me that I begin to think that the shift I sensed last night was all in my head. He returns at 11am on the dot. “Are you still mad at me?” he asks.

I look over at him and say nothing. He takes his clothes off and joins me in bed. “What are you watching?” he asks.

“Nothing interesting,” I respond.

This time, we make love. First, he does nothing but kiss me for a very long time. He’s actually a really good kisser. But in all fairness there’s very little Mike doesn’t excel at in the bedroom. For some strange reason, probably because of the shift I sensed in him last night, I do something really idiotic. This is the type of stuff I write editorials about. This is the type of stuff they tell you not to do in schools, locker rooms and the local donut shop. This is the type of stuff your 12-year old sibling would laugh at you for because you should know better. This is wrong on so many levels – Are you ready for it?

Although in my defence, this crap happens all the time. You meet someone, have sex a few times, then, for some unfathomable reason, you think you’ve absolved each other of any communicable diseases the other may have and bam! No condom. This is what I’m letting happen right now. I don’t really know anything about this guy and he has no idea what I get up to either – Why are we having unprotected sex? He seems to be loving it at any rate, he’s making all sorts of declarations.

“I’ll do anything for you,” he says. “Daddy will give his baby girl anything she wants.”

Really? Is this a true story? Or is he role-playing? Could this be the whole ‘anything-a-man-says-when-he’s-inside-of-you-doesn’t-count’ shit?

Either way, a man saying he’ll do anything for you, will make you come - Very quickly. He cuddles me when we’re done.

“Are we not using condoms now?” I ask.

He ignores me. “Did you hear what I asked?” I insist.

“I’m OK. You’re OK. What’s the issue?” he snaps back.

The shift I sensed last night is back. He gets out of bed and heads to the spare room. He lies down there and makes some calls. I get out of bed and head to the kitchen. His fridge is empty. I call for some take out.

“Are you hungry?” I call out.

He responds in the affirmative and I order some food for him as well. I go into the spare room and find him lying on the bed. He’s naked. I lie across him, my head on his tummy.

“Why are you hiding away in here?” I ask.

“I’m just making some calls,” he responds.    

The food gets there soon after and we eat. “I have meetings so I need to leave,” he says. “Would you like to go to Mt Kenya tomorrow?”

“OK…” I say. It’s a weekend plan, why not?

“You should go home so you can pack,” he says. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow.”

He seems to be in a hurry to get rid of me. I remember that just this morning he left me there to go for a meeting. And a few days before, he had done the same. He’s never asked me to leave because he needed to go somewhere. What has changed? 




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