Out of the Closet
Years ago, I was in graduate school where I met a nice guy who was also a student. I was impressed that he was so smart and driven and I thought he was pretty cute. We dated a few times and I decided I liked him enough to stay over at his apartment one night. The sex was pretty good and all seemed fine. In the morning he kissed me goodbye and took off for class. As I was gathering my things to leave, my wallet fell out of my purse. As I leaned over to get it, near his open closet door, I saw a huge box of magazines that were clearly porn. That didn’t bother me. I mean, what man doesn’t have porn? I was just interested to see what kind he was into. So I slid the box out and peeked.
There were about 50 of them and the first thing I noticed was they were all extremely neatly stacked and organized by title and date. I pulled out the first one in the front so I could put it back easily and in order. I quickly realized it was incest porn! Sisters, mothers, aunts, grandmas, cousins, you get the picture. I carefully put the book back and slipped out, planning to never call him again!
He called me the next day and yelled at me for getting into his personal stuff. He could tell that I had looked at his books because the one I had taken out was an eighth of an inch out of place! I told him sorry, then hung up and never talked to him again.
