The following is written in the voice of Denae Shelton, a 30-year-old entrepreneur in "Choosing Mr. Wrong." Denae is the owner of a successful dog boutique called Dogilicious.
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I need to get up to go use the ladies' room because I have to get this out of me because I do not want any mishaps.
I soon return to the bed and slip my nude body between the crisp white sheets and lay my head against the king-size pillows.
Devin touches my stomach and then my breasts.
“I really enjoyed that,” he says.
“I did, too,” I respond because I’m still tingling on the inside.
“Are you on the pill?”
“No, and we have discussed this, Devin.”
“Well, I think we should go get one of those morning-after pills for you.”
“Are you serious?” I ask.
“I think we will be OK, Devin.”
“Are you sure?” he still questions me.
“Yes, Devi. We should be OK.”
I push the day-after pill thought out of my mind and try to doze but I end up tossing and turning.
“What’s wrong with you, Denae?”
“Nothing, just restless.”
I'm naked and while I should be going for Round 2, I'm starring at the beige ceiling wondering, “Why does he want me to take the morning-after pill?”
I was thinking that we were building a really good relationship.
“But why does he only want to see me on weekdays?”
I should not have purchased that computer for him.
After deciding that I need to have a conversation with Devin about where we are going with this relationship, I finally doze.
The next morning, I’m up early. It’s 6 a.m. and I didn’t sleep well. Something about Devin’s request last night is gnawing at me.
I don’t want to overreact so I decide to take a stroll in a nearby park to clear my mind before addressing my concerns with him. I have to know how he really feels about me.
On my stroll, I see three couples walking hand-and-hand in the park. Boooo! I say in my head. The guy I just became the freak-of-the-week with wants me to take the morning-after pill.
As I approach Devin’s house, I see yet another couple kissing each other goodbye.
“Get a room,” I think to myself and then go to push on the door that I left unlocked.
But it’s not unlocked.
I ring the doorbell and begin knocking. "Devi, Devi," I say in a loud but sweet voice.
My eyes end up peering over to the corner of his patio porch. I see my baby blue bag and keys on top.
Before I even know it, I’m sitting on his porch sobbing. My tears are streaming quickly down my face and soaking my pink T-shirt.
I jump to my feet and begin banging on the door. “Devin, Devin!” I scream.
But then I think of the scene that I’m creating. It’s not even 7 a.m. so I pick up my bag and keys and go home.
Oh wow?! That is waaaaay to real. Whether you were the dude or the female in that scenario, that hits home in a peculiar way. You think about the dynamics and context of a situation. You notice I did not say relationship? You have one person who is enjoying having sex. You have another that is enjoying that other person so therefore is obliged to have sex. Once the latter threatens to compromise the dynamics or context of the situation. You notice I didnt say relationship? The situation is abruptly ended. Albeit rudely, this scenario provided by DJ is not abnormal. I have seen worse. I will not claim to have been on either end of this scenario. That is probably why I can write this comment with a slight smirk. But I know there are some of you out there whose stomach is churning and emotions welled up that had lie dormant for a long time. Took you back eh? Were you the person locking the door or the one banging from the outside?
ReplyDeleteon one hand, it sounds like the condom broke or slipped off. so, he didn't tell her and kept having sex. or, he didn't know until it was over. thus, he's asking her to take the morning after pill, but still not being totally up front.
ReplyDeleteor, it could be that it's simply just sex for him, and he's trying to "double cover" himself by asking for the pill to be taken. i am not agreeing with him, however her disagreement may have put him in a mind frame of "ok, it's time to end this one fast...don't want any kids"?
...just maybe.
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