He was older than me, 29 to my 18. He owned a business next door to the place I worked and flirted with me constantly. Every day he'd come by and order an ice cream cone which I would then scoop for him. We started going out and then that fateful night - 5 minutes and it was gone. I gave him the gift of my virginity. A few months later he gave me an STD. My diagnosis also revealed that he'd been cheating. Perhaps that is why I am so adamant about not being involved with folks who cheat.
I broke up with him after learning about his cheating and never looked back. I left a few weeks later on a summer adventure overseas. I'd won a scholarship for a summer exchange student program to Greece and came back 3 months later - 30 pounds lighter, tan, and hot. My blond curly hair was bleached by the sun and was as unruly as ever. I remember seeing his head snap around that first time he saw me as I returned to my job next to his shop after my overseas adventures. It didn't take long before he was over ordering an ice cream cone. I scooped his order, and went back to work, ignoring his attempt at getting back together. His business went under shortly after and he moved away.
A few years later we crossed paths again. Gone was any of my remaining baby fat. My legs went all the way up, accented by some sexy heels and a mini. I enjoyed displaying my tanned cleavage. He drooled. I accepted a date this time. He went all out. Dinner at a high end place. Bottles of wine. Flowers. The second half of the evening included me tormenting him as much as possible. Kissing. Teasing. I was relentless. At some point he said we should go to his place and get reacquainted. We were sitting in the car and I teasingly asked if he had any condoms - he said something like, "Yeah, you never know what you could catch".
He'd forgotten that he'd given me an STD.
I couldn't help but laugh. My laughter offended him greatly. "What are you laughing at?", he demanded starting to get defensive. I said that I knew all about that from his gift years earlier. He immediately started backpedaling and apologizing. I just laughed again and then I kicked his ass out of my car and drove off, leaving him with the bluest balls you've ever seen in Seattle.
And then tonight, 22 years later, I get a friend request from him on Facebook.
