This is a sensitive topic, and I have tried my best to be as vague as possible but still clear enough for an adult to understand it. I have substituted several terms, and replaced them with italicized wording, many of them are "yadda yadda" type terms. It is meant to be shared in humor (laugh with me, not at me). If you read it, and you really, really don't get it, then you are probably one of the lucky ones that has never had something like this happen. -janelle
There is not really a gentle way to put this, but I will do my best. I moved out here in February, and at the end of April I was introduced to a man I'll call (R.). He seems very nice, has good manners an although he tends to speak of himself often, he is a fairly good conversationalist. So, we've been dating just about a month now, and had our first night recently. All I have to say about this is -- for once in my life, I was glad that he slipped out the door once I pretended to fall asleep.
I do not have an extensive vitae when it comes to these matters. I have been rather particular and choosy, and I'm not really sure what provoked me to jump off the deep end this time; but I did.
When he kissed me goodnight after our second date (almost a month ago) it was a nice enough kiss, soft and not pushy, just enough lighting, etcetera). This time, I thought he was trying to push his skull into mine in an attempt to crush my head. He pushed his entire tongue in and his lip was under my nose in such a way that I literally had to push him back so I could breathe. I should have said adios at that point, and I'm not really sure why I didn't.
Not too long after that the interlude began. His hands, though the skin was not calloused, were clumsy and unskilled. (think about your last mammogram and that was what that was like. Then he stabbed his way through the rest, and in another ten minutes everything was done. The saddest part is - he actually showed signs of being proud of himself.
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