Posted by:
straightedge [
x] - (82.111.67.---)
Date: March 29, 2005 06:59PM
Okay, okay. It was junior year of high school, and my girlfriend had gotten sick over the week. She kept telling me about how miserable she felt and how her family only made it worse because her dad and grandma avoided her completely whenever she was ill. I felt like crap, almost guilty that I was healthy, so I told her to hold on and that I would walk over to her house. I stopped and picked up some Dim Sum for her lunch (she always fancied Chinese food) and walked over to her house in the pouring rain for 45 minutes. When I knocked, she opened the door, looking very tortured by her cold. I looked like a crazy man who had just jumped in a lake, with my clothes soaking wet from the rain and my jaw shaking like a shitting dog. We just stared at each other for a minute, acknowledging each other’s misery, and then I was let in. Her grandma warned me to stay away from my girlfriend because she was practically diseased and could infect others. I served my girlfriend her lunch that I bought her, then went upstairs to be her nurse. I handed her tissues, rubbed her feet, etc. Then, after laying in her bed for awhile and listening to the rain fall outside like the contents of a toolbox being dropped from a great height, she began to kiss me. I told her she might get me sick, but about five seconds later I was very into it. A half hour later, we were both naked and fooling around when something unexpected happened. Somehow, I slipped inside of her while we were making out. I was about to back up when she told me not to. So then we had sex for the first time, and it was clumsy as Hell, but it was still great. She was sick, and I was awkward (which, unfortunately, is not temporary). Today, we still love each other, and never want to split. We know this seems impossible, but it’s worth a shot. “You can plan a picnic but you can’t predict the weather.”
