I’m a 30-year-old white female in the Midwest, a virgin in the West.
I have no friends, no family, no girlfriend.
The only people I can talk to are my husband and two of my closest friends.
We go to a health center and we have a test.
It’s my first STD test.
It’s painful, it’s embarrassing.
My boyfriend doesn’t know how to take care of me.
And he’s the only person who seems to want to talk to me.
But then, at that moment, a stranger comes up to me and asks, “What are you wearing?”
I tell him I’m wearing a thong.
“You know how men are attracted to thongs?”
“Yes, I know.”
“But that’s a thing.
What do you wear to a sex shop?”
The stranger smiles.
He knows how to talk.
For three months, I’m terrified.
At the time, I don’t know if I’m scared because of my boyfriend or because of the STD test I’ve received.
But I do know that the woman I’m seeing is not scared of me, that she is happy to talk with me and wants to be my friend.
There are so many men who tell me that it’s easy to fall into the trap of dating someone who isn’t interested in you and that this can lead to a bad breakup.
However, I am not afraid of men.
In fact, I believe in dating men who are passionate about me.
I believe men have the right to be sexual with me, even if it’s only for a brief period of time.