Sexual Choices With Future Consequences April 24, 2010

I would love to keep this short and sweet, even for how sour this is gonna last and is going to sound, back about two summers ago, the summer of 08, I once knew this one girl who was as philosophical as me, so we connected real well, actually, I classified her as my bestfriend. When you get close to someone like that, you want to kind of step it up a notch, you hug more often, you joke without feeling the insult of the friendly fire, and if you come across a situation where your comforting them, you may even kiss, and it’s just something about that static connection, that kind of makes you fiend for more, little by little, theres no lie to this, it’s just your natural hormones right? Of course, I would love to participate in this sexual experiece, problem is, she already is experienced, but damaged, she loves me so much, but fails to explain the fact that has been afflicted with an STD, curable but bad timing for us in this mood, I’m not a victim luckily, but how can I comfort this girl at this point…

On the side, her bestfriend lives just up the street from me, and me her constantly do what the other couldn’t provide. To avoid confusion, the girl afflicted with an STD, we’ll just call her “C” and her bestfriend living close to me, we’ll call her “D”. Anyways, D and I do it so much, that C finds out, due to this, she gets upset with both of us, but we end up becoming cool again within a few minutes of talking shit out, but C seems to have been hurt even more so bad, that when her father is given the choice of moving to New Jersey, she agrees, possibly to escape the weight of mental stress because of what she’s gone through being in Seattle…

Anyways, D and I always did what we usually do, until she moved down to the southend, so it was harder to reach  her, oh well, we never went out, so it’s all cool… I guess, we do it one last time, before next month I go out with this new girl that I date for a year and three months, after she breaks up with me, I decide to go down to the southend and recollect things with D, everything is cool, until she tells me that she was trying to call me (before my house number changed) about how she was pregnant, and since she tried to cover up for me, and not giveaway who the father was, because she didn’t want me to deal with all the stress and trouble, she ends up having an abortion…