Smells Like Garbage!
This is a reply to a friend's entry about the "book" series Fifty Shades of Twatlight Fanfiction written by a Despie Loser For Whom the Guillotine Would Be Too Swift. I mean Fifty... no. Not going to sully my page by writing that here
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My first wasn't OMG AGONY. I bled a TINY bit. It wasn't what I'd call comfortable, but it wasn't exactly painful either.
And mine was just... nice. He was a good friend, but not a boyfriend. Someone I trusted. We knew what it was and what it wasn't and honestly, for what happened to some of my friends, I was DAMNED fortunate to have someone like him in my life.
I was 16 and he was 21 and shut up haters (not anyone here) because I knew EXACTLY what I was doing. Nobody took advantage of anybody. We'd fooled around to varying degrees most of the summer, I had a bad day - a REALLY bad day - a couple days before Halloween and went up to his place and it just felt right. It wasn't that he took advantage of me while I was emotionally vulnerable. It was just... honestly what I needed at the time.
I still talk to him. Found him on FB. He's married now with 2 daughters and I couldn't be happier for him. We'd have never worked. I don't really work with anybody. Not like that. I have friends (which are worth their weight in gold), and occasionally an FWB and I like my life how it is. It's MY life. And with my half-backward sexual orientation, just... better off single.
He asked me once, after we first reconnected, if he messed me up for life, and I was like "Are you kidding? It might not have been perfect at the time... but it WAS perfect. I was just too young to see it. So were you." And he agreed.
I guess I loved him, in the way a 16 year old can love, and I'm glad it was him.
But there was no Perfect Romance on Prom Night, the earth didn't move, it wasn't a Horrible Thing I've Spend My Life Trying To Forget, it was just two people.
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