I met a woman during a very lonely time in a lonely town during my first job out of college. Anyway, we had sex the first night we met. I just remember that right before sex, I got out my only condom and placed it on the nightstand. She said she didn’t want to use the condom. I insisted. I must have left the room for some reason and came back. Well, the condom was gone. The woman was trying to talk me into not using the condom. And now the condom’s gone.
At this point, I KNEW I couldn’t possibly ever have sex with this woman without a condom. I didn’t trust her. But, I was horny. So, whaddya gonna do?
I found the condom underneath the bed. It was obviously thrown under there a few feet. It didn’t fall off and bounce a few feet. I didn’t have pets. I asked her if she had thrown it under there. She denied it and got defensive.
I got the condom, asked her if she was still in the mood, and we did it.
Anyway, as you might have guessed, it was a bad decision to have any type of relationship with this woman, sexual or otherwise. Damn hormones! She’s coming over every day for about a week, unannounced, assuming we’re boyfriend/girlfriend. (I admit, we had sex a few more times during that period. I was young and dumb and full of, well, you know the rest.) One day, she comes by and says she’s pregnant. I look at her warily, head cocked to the side. She says, “Don’t worry. It’s not yours.”
Turns out that she probably knew she was pregnant all along. She got a test, and sure enough, she’s having a baby. Shortly after, she moved halfway across the country, thank goodness, yet she tried to keep in touch with me.
Afterwards, all I could think about is that using a condom was the single smartest thing I did – well, probably the only smart thing I did – during that, whatever that relationship was.
LOL!