Pregnancy Scare
For the past couple of weeks I've had a quasi-relationship with one of the waitresses from the diner. (Before you start bitching at me for dating co-workers, she quit today, so now I'm just sort-of seeing a girl with whom I used to work.) She's the first girl I've met who really believed me when I said that sex would not equal love; truth be told, I quite enjoy spending time with her, but I'm not going to fall in love with her.
So, we were in flagrante dilecto last night when the condom broke. I wouldn't say that all hell broke loose, but there was some definite freaking out. What's worse, when morning came and she had to leave for her shift, her car wouldn't start. Of all the times for a car to break down, today was arguably the least appropriate.
When our shifts were done, I drove her back to her car to try to jump it. The problem must not be with the battery, because it wouldn't even turn over. Eventually we gave up on the car and drove to Planned Parenthood. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to write Planned Parenthood in here, but fuck it. I'd never been to their new South Austin. That's a damn nice waiting room they have. The attendants are all very nice and helpful, and they gave us the number of a clinic that does STD testing for much cheaper than a normal docs office.
She was nervous going in, and I tried my best to calm her down, but she wasn't having any of it. Since I'm a man, I have no idea what it feels like to live with the possibility that a life is growing inside you and you don't want it. The only thing that made her feel better was when I read Green Eggs and Ham. Out loud. And taking on the personas of the two different characters. And acting them out in the middle of the waiting room.
We were in and out in about 15 minutes, and once she had Plan B, she was much more relaxed. We spent the rest of the afternoon eating pizza and watching Shaun of the Dead, which she had never seen. Hopefully this insanely large dose of progrestin will stop any potential embryo from implanting in her uterus and we can go back to leading relatively care-free lives.
On a completely unrelated note, of late I have received no comments from you people. I also am disappointed and hurt that none of you have written testimonials. True, only two of you have actually met me, but there is a principle to be upheld. What that principle is, I really haven't figured out yet, but believe me, when I do, it will involved testimonials.
For the past couple of weeks I've had a quasi-relationship with one of the waitresses from the diner. (Before you start bitching at me for dating co-workers, she quit today, so now I'm just sort-of seeing a girl with whom I used to work.) She's the first girl I've met who really believed me when I said that sex would not equal love; truth be told, I quite enjoy spending time with her, but I'm not going to fall in love with her.
So, we were in flagrante dilecto last night when the condom broke. I wouldn't say that all hell broke loose, but there was some definite freaking out. What's worse, when morning came and she had to leave for her shift, her car wouldn't start. Of all the times for a car to break down, today was arguably the least appropriate.
When our shifts were done, I drove her back to her car to try to jump it. The problem must not be with the battery, because it wouldn't even turn over. Eventually we gave up on the car and drove to Planned Parenthood. I'm not sure if I'm allowed to write Planned Parenthood in here, but fuck it. I'd never been to their new South Austin. That's a damn nice waiting room they have. The attendants are all very nice and helpful, and they gave us the number of a clinic that does STD testing for much cheaper than a normal docs office.
She was nervous going in, and I tried my best to calm her down, but she wasn't having any of it. Since I'm a man, I have no idea what it feels like to live with the possibility that a life is growing inside you and you don't want it. The only thing that made her feel better was when I read Green Eggs and Ham. Out loud. And taking on the personas of the two different characters. And acting them out in the middle of the waiting room.
We were in and out in about 15 minutes, and once she had Plan B, she was much more relaxed. We spent the rest of the afternoon eating pizza and watching Shaun of the Dead, which she had never seen. Hopefully this insanely large dose of progrestin will stop any potential embryo from implanting in her uterus and we can go back to leading relatively care-free lives.
On a completely unrelated note, of late I have received no comments from you people. I also am disappointed and hurt that none of you have written testimonials. True, only two of you have actually met me, but there is a principle to be upheld. What that principle is, I really haven't figured out yet, but believe me, when I do, it will involved testimonials.
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of course, during my very first sexual experience, the condom broke. there was obviously no spooning. my partner quickly got up and stood at the end of the bed, panting in anxiety. "what do we do?"
we went to planned parenthood, where i filled out that damn uncomfortable form that included questions like "how long have you been having sex?" "when was the last time you had sex?" and "how many partners have you had?" my partner kept assuring me, "if you're pregnant, i won't move away to college. i'll go to the local school." and i kept thinking, "if i'm pregnant, i'm certainly not going to tell you and ruin both our lives."
thankfully, i didn't get pregnant, although i am still a little weird about sex as a result of the experience.
i still see the boy at least once a week.
i hope things work out for you.
and i would include putting in my contacts to my morning routine if i hadn't run out of them and been too lazy to order new ones.
I was at Planned Parenthood today picking up my oral contraceptives when this kid came up to me and started hugging my leg. It was wierd... so strange.