questions.
“I still think we should take it slow. I just want to wait for the right time, you know.” Hopefully she’ll understand.
“Ok ay,” she nodded. “I understand.” She seemed a bit more understanding than what I was expecting. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s go to bed.” She turned off the light so that only the moonlight entered the room. Before we climb into bed, she tells me, “You can take off your pants if you want. I don’t mind.” I take them off, now down to my boxer-briefs. Karina takes nothing off and hops into bed. I lay on the left side nearest the door, Karina on the right side nearest the window. We both lie on our right sides, facing the window, while my left hand caresses her arm. Her hand lays flat on the bed in front of her. I run my hand down the entire length of her arm until I reach her hand. I keep my hand there, holding hers as we drift to sleep.
She knows I care. We’re both willing to do whatever it takes to make this work. This night, so far, has been the easiest for me to fall asleep. It’s been forever since I’ve had somebody to sleep with . Maybe that’s what makes it easier. Anyway, I think the rain has stopped.
Act II
Chapter 8
I begin to think of all the relationships I’ve had in the past, beginnin g when I was eighteen years old. I can even remember the first serious crush that I had on a girl. It was the same girl I was telling Karina about the other day. I was a freshman in high school, but to be honest, I can’t really remember her name. It’s been over ten years, so some memories are bound to fade. But I can still almost picture her. I know she was a brunette. By the time we graduated, I never saw her again. And that’s all she ever remained, a crush. I did speak a few words to her, but it’s not like we were ever friends. She never knew how I felt. At the time, I wasn’t as cool and relaxed as I am now. She was the last girl that I ever had a crush on. Every girl after her I at least had the nerve to talk to right away.
During the last decade, some of those girls became girlfriends, some became friends with benefits, and others just one-time hookups. The first girlfriend I had was when I was eighteen. I met her through some friends I went to school with at the time. We were young, and had no clue that most relationships that early in life have a tendency to fail. I suppose it’s just part of becoming an adult, having a desire to carry a close relationship, regardless of whether or not it will last. Sometimes it’s just for fun. At least that’s what I’ve been told in the past. No one wants to be alone, right?
My first girlfriend a nd I dated for about a month. I lost my virginity with her. That night, I was so nervous, but I tried to act cool. She was the first girl I ever imagined spending the rest of my life with. However, she soon realized, not me, that there was nothing left for us, emotionally. I’ve never forgiven her for that. I felt like she didn’t even want to give us a chance. It didn’t matter anyway, because over the following year, she essentially became a slut, sleeping with a different guy almost every week. All for fun, I suppose. She seemed so sweet when we first met. Now, more recently, I’m thinking that most people wear a mask upon meeting someone for the first time, and maybe even the subsequent days that follow. Once people get past the first impression, they show you who they really are. With some people, it could take longer, others not so long.
Maybe it’s me. The girlfriends I have had since have all done similar songs and dances. Most were okay with the fact that I sold illegal drugs. Some even found it a turn-on, others not so much. I’ve yet to determine whether or not that was a factor in them doing what they did.
One time, I tried to surprise one of my earlier girlfriends on her birthday by showing up at her place with flowers. Roses, to be exact. She
“I still think we should take it slow. I just want to wait for the right time, you know.” Hopefully she’ll understand.
“Ok ay,” she nodded. “I understand.” She seemed a bit more understanding than what I was expecting. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s go to bed.” She turned off the light so that only the moonlight entered the room. Before we climb into bed, she tells me, “You can take off your pants if you want. I don’t mind.” I take them off, now down to my boxer-briefs. Karina takes nothing off and hops into bed. I lay on the left side nearest the door, Karina on the right side nearest the window. We both lie on our right sides, facing the window, while my left hand caresses her arm. Her hand lays flat on the bed in front of her. I run my hand down the entire length of her arm until I reach her hand. I keep my hand there, holding hers as we drift to sleep.
She knows I care. We’re both willing to do whatever it takes to make this work. This night, so far, has been the easiest for me to fall asleep. It’s been forever since I’ve had somebody to sleep with . Maybe that’s what makes it easier. Anyway, I think the rain has stopped.
Act II
Chapter 8
I begin to think of all the relationships I’ve had in the past, beginnin g when I was eighteen years old. I can even remember the first serious crush that I had on a girl. It was the same girl I was telling Karina about the other day. I was a freshman in high school, but to be honest, I can’t really remember her name. It’s been over ten years, so some memories are bound to fade. But I can still almost picture her. I know she was a brunette. By the time we graduated, I never saw her again. And that’s all she ever remained, a crush. I did speak a few words to her, but it’s not like we were ever friends. She never knew how I felt. At the time, I wasn’t as cool and relaxed as I am now. She was the last girl that I ever had a crush on. Every girl after her I at least had the nerve to talk to right away.
During the last decade, some of those girls became girlfriends, some became friends with benefits, and others just one-time hookups. The first girlfriend I had was when I was eighteen. I met her through some friends I went to school with at the time. We were young, and had no clue that most relationships that early in life have a tendency to fail. I suppose it’s just part of becoming an adult, having a desire to carry a close relationship, regardless of whether or not it will last. Sometimes it’s just for fun. At least that’s what I’ve been told in the past. No one wants to be alone, right?
My first girlfriend a nd I dated for about a month. I lost my virginity with her. That night, I was so nervous, but I tried to act cool. She was the first girl I ever imagined spending the rest of my life with. However, she soon realized, not me, that there was nothing left for us, emotionally. I’ve never forgiven her for that. I felt like she didn’t even want to give us a chance. It didn’t matter anyway, because over the following year, she essentially became a slut, sleeping with a different guy almost every week. All for fun, I suppose. She seemed so sweet when we first met. Now, more recently, I’m thinking that most people wear a mask upon meeting someone for the first time, and maybe even the subsequent days that follow. Once people get past the first impression, they show you who they really are. With some people, it could take longer, others not so long.
Maybe it’s me. The girlfriends I have had since have all done similar songs and dances. Most were okay with the fact that I sold illegal drugs. Some even found it a turn-on, others not so much. I’ve yet to determine whether or not that was a factor in them doing what they did.
One time, I tried to surprise one of my earlier girlfriends on her birthday by showing up at her place with flowers. Roses, to be exact. She
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