In the Life and Times

It's been a while since I've told a good "In the Life and Times" story, so I thought I'd share one from a few weeks ago. Graduating high school has opened more than just a few doors for me. I closed a chapter on my horrifically, bland life and I allowed myself to experience more. It was my plan to hold off on typical adolescent behavior until I walked out of my high school doors for the last time. So the summer started with a few samplings of get togethers and parties. I regret nothing. I chose to partake in things that some would frown upon even though I was aware of the potential consequences and repercussions. I can't exactly say that the whole ordeal suited me in the end but I'm glad I tried it all out. Any who, after the first few mediocre attempts, I decided that I was done for a while. So most of the summer passed without fulfilling most of the expectations I had for my first time being free of my high school chains. But then I started getting agitated and impatient about leaving for college and perhaps a little nostalgic for the times when my friends had time to hang out instead of working to pay tuition. So when the chance arose to try one more time, I took it.

I'd like to say that I'm a very good judge of my limits and that I'm resistant to peer influence, but I let my guard down this last time. So there was this pretty decent guy at a party at my friend's new place of residence (I don't venture to call it a house) and we got to talking about random shit. All was fine and dandy, but my judgement upon the matter may have been a little impaired for various reasons. Eventually, it was pretty clear what his intentions were and they were honorable to an extent. I had a moment of pure "fuck it, why the hell not?" running through my head and before you know it we're in my friend's bedroom with the light off. Body contact was made to a certain degree and then lead to the step that comes after chess compressions in CPR. I was perfectly okay with how things were going up till this point. (Well, besides the fact that my back pocket kept vibrating because my mother would not stop calling.)  And then he deadpans, "I don't expect sex or anything if you don't want to."

It was like I woke up suddenly from a bad dream. It just clicked that I was making out with a virtual stranger in my friend's bedroom while all my school friends were just outside in the living room. (Oh. Interesting detail. The only other guy I ever kissed was among the people out there.) I booked it the hell out of there after making some vague "I gotta go" noises. Don't get me wrong. The guy was a genuinely nice guy who obviously respected my boundaries and he was actually some major eye candy. I just wasn't about to make seriousness happen with a stranger. Checking my phone after the ordeal, it turns out my damn maternal figure called me about 25 times within the last 30 minutes period so I figure I'm in some deep shit if I don't get my ass home pronto. So I as a friend to drive me home and guess who meets me on the porch? Mother Fucking Goose. Let's say things got a little ugly and leave it at that.

I guess romance is really not written in my cards or stars anywhere because of the lump sum of all my guy experiences, I guess it was evident somewhere on my being that being romanced is not my thing. Just jump right into the hanky panky. That's fine too.