Realizing that LOUD and CLEAR right now.
I brought home a guy from the bar. His name was Alden. I asked him if he remembered my name. He said, “Of course. It’s Sarah.” When I informed him he was wrong he seemed disappointed but quickly assured me that he just had a bad memory and this was still a good idea. I believed him. I brought him up to my room. We got in my bed. I told him I don’t have sex with people if I don’t have a way to contact them in case of a thing happening. He asked me if I’d ever had sex before. I assured him I had. We went back to what we were doing. He put on a condom. I told him he was assuming a lot. All of a sudden he got very offended and surprised. I told him I didn’t have sex with people unless I had their number. He was also upset because I didn’t like kissing. He called me cold. How can I be a cold person when I welcomed him into my home, into my bed? He called me crazy and said I couldn’t handle intimacy.
I’m not fucking crazy. I can handle intimacy. I just expect you to know my name if you want to fuck me. I expect you to not be frustrated with the fact that I want to be able to contact you again. I also want you to understand that I don’t really like kissing, and I like hooking up with the lights on. That’s how I am. It’s not crazy. It’s reasonable.