so i'm hooking up with this dude one night

so i’m hooking up with this dude (let’s call him GD) one night, and it is fucking great. i mean, i had imagined it was gonna be good, and it is even better than i ever thought it would be. and i know at this point, already, that fucking GD is going to be so good. the kind of good that makes you involuntarily close your eyes when you think about it. the kind of good that makes you go back again and again no matter who what when where boyfriend girlfriend. the kind of good that forces the blood and the ecstasy into your brain in waves.

but then he says he has to tell me something, and i can tell this is not going to be good. i say, "this isn't something i'm gonna wanna hear, is it?" he shakes his head, lights a cigarette, and tells me that he has...herpes.

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well. i was very understanding (i hadn’t put myself at any risk at this point) and not to mention appreciative of his honesty. obviously, this wasn't going much further, but you can only imagine the disappointment.

no. it was utter devastation.

i hardly knew him when this happened, and it should have stayed that way, because over time, the fact that i could not fuck him would become complete torture.