Wrapping Relief

I’m not the sort of person who enjoys clubbing, but I decided to go to one in Atlanta to hang out with a friend of mine who I never get a chance to see. She brought a few friends with her, one of which was her father’s business partner’s son, C. After we left that club and visited a few other bars and lounges, my friend and her buddies decided to call it a night, all of them except C, who had been acting strangely all night. I was deemed the designated driver and was toting everyone around all night, so when they took a cab back to their cars, C said he’d accompany me home.
When we got back to my place, we sat on opposite ends of the couch while I smoked a bowl with him, debating on whether or not I wanted to pursue this opportunity for a one-night stand. I decided on “no” but as I got up to get my car keys to take him home, he asked, “Well, how do you feel about hooking up? Do you wanna try making out a little?” I admired his balls for asking this and went for it. Not only was he the worst kisser ever – one of those tongue-jabbers – but throughout the course of the evening, he proceeded to tell me that I was one of the only girls to ever make him wear protection, that he could see us getting married one day and that he was a very devout Christian (I’m Jewish).
I was completely turned off by the whole thing, dropped him off at MARTA at 4 a.m., and ignored his calls thereafter. I feared that this disaster of an evening would spur a string of bad dates to follow, but lucky for me, I went out with a great guy literally one week later and am still happily in love with him to this day.
P.S. Fast forward to about 9-10 months later, my girlfriend told me that C had knocked up some girl in Las Vegas (before he met me), and being a devout Christian, he married her and they are now living in California together. I was so thankful that I stuck to my guns and made him wrap it up.


