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So the members of my house and myself throw a big party to kick off the new semester about one month ago. I'm sitting around drinking some whiskey and smoking a clove cigarette. This girl comes up to me and tells me she will give me a bj for a hit off of my clove. I accept this offer. Good deal.
A few hours later, a friend of mine comes up to me and starts talking to me. She had just gotten back from her hometown, and while she was there she and I spoke regularly via telephone. I've known her for two years, and we've always been good friends. Somehow, in our drunken states, we get on the topic of "**** buddies." The reasoning behind this topic of discussion is that we had decided in our many phone conversations that relationships are more trouble than they're worth, but we both didn't feel like leading a life of abstinance.
Anyhow, she pipes up with the following: I'll be your **** buddy.
This draws immediate surprise from me... well... think about it. Why wouldn't a comment like that shock you? So I say that's a good deal. She ends up flashing me just for fun a little later. Good times.
The next day she calls me and wants to know if she can come over and watch a movie. I accept this offer. She comes over. We talk about everything that happened the night before, yet she does not remember the comment about being **** buddies. This is slightly disenchanting.
A few days pass. It was a thursday. At this point, I am growning tired of wondering if she was for real or not. So I extract the info from her, and she was being serious. Here's the issue, though. We had to duck and dodge her ex, because he hangs out with the other members of my house, and he would be righteously pissed if he found out I was shagging his ex. So she then reveals the following piece of info: He was going out of town that weekend. Yahtzee.
So the next day, he leaves, and she comes over to my place. We hang out with some friends, and gradually everyone leaves to go do whatever. We are left alone. I finally tell her that I've noticed she talks alot, but I have not seen her back any of it up. She then tells me that she doesn't talk **** without being able to back it up, and we go up to my room and do the nasty. Good times.
There is a party planned for the next day. She sticks around until the party, and then she spends the night again. No sex. Nothing like it. Sleeping and making out only. Both of us were severely sore from the previous night. Still a pretty good deal, though.
Next day. Spends the night again. Same as the last night. Still sore (look it was a pretty severe marathon).
Alright. Here's where the issues start cropping up. Her ex comes back to town, and I barely see her. She's still not speaking to him, but she's working constantly and school is kicking her ***. This starts to bug me because I would like to get some more action. She leaves that weekend to visit some friends out of town. When she gets back, she reveals that she got wasted and gave some dude a bj. This irritates me, but there's nothing I can really be pissed about 'cause I'm not in a relationship, and I got one for a hit off of a cigarette. So we move on. Things are cool.
That weekend, a party is planned at my house again. This time it is my room mate's birthday. She tells me that she plans to strip for me that night, followed by shagging me. Good deal.
She comes over and looks mighty fine. I'm ready to rock. I take her up to my room for a little pre-game show and we make out for a few minutes, and then go back to the party. Her ex shows up and follows her around the entire night *****ing at her. He ends up slapping her in the face because she smoked pot, and was about to light a cigarette. Which one she was slapped for, I'm not sure. They end up in a big fight. I see him walk off, so I go to see if she's ok. She's crying (which she never does) and smoking a cig. He comes back, slaps the cig out of her hand and starts ranting and raving again. He mentions something about an STD.
After a bit of this, she gets fed up and runs away. He then turns to me and starts *****ing at me asking me if I would choose smoking over another human being (he thinks she dumped him because he wouldn't let her smoke). While asking me this, he is holding a cigarette in my face. I take the cig out of his hand, and light it. He gets pissed and walks off. I go to find her.
I find her in my room. She explains that she has a virus known and HPV. Her gyno had called her a few days after I nailed her and told her about it. She says condoms will protect against it, so there's no chance of me getting it from her. I say "ok... cool."
Somehow, she ends up leaving the party with her ex. I know this isn't good, because odds are she'll start speaking to him again afterward, and then I'm up the creek without a **** buddy. This is what happened.
So I look up HPV online. I read it wrong and I think I've got the damned thing. She flips out because of this, and declares that she and I will never have sex again. About 3 days later, I read the info again, and the only way you can get it easily is if it's advanced. The way to tell if it is advanced or not is if the person had genital warts. She does not. Ergo, I can shag her still without worry.
I relate the information to her about why we can still shag. She still doesn't want to shag. It seems as though she has lost her edge. She used to be one of these throw caution to the wind types, but now she's all subdued. I don't get it, and it really pisses me off.
So here's the question, Massassi: What would you do if you were in my situation?
EDIT: She aquired hpv last summer when some jackass dosed her with x and raped her. She's not a big slut that shags tons of guys. HPV goes away in less than 2 years.
[content warning]
So the members of my house and myself throw a big party to kick off the new semester about one month ago. I'm sitting around drinking some whiskey and smoking a clove cigarette. This girl comes up to me and tells me she will give me a bj for a hit off of my clove. I accept this offer. Good deal.
A few hours later, a friend of mine comes up to me and starts talking to me. She had just gotten back from her hometown, and while she was there she and I spoke regularly via telephone. I've known her for two years, and we've always been good friends. Somehow, in our drunken states, we get on the topic of "**** buddies." The reasoning behind this topic of discussion is that we had decided in our many phone conversations that relationships are more trouble than they're worth, but we both didn't feel like leading a life of abstinance.
Anyhow, she pipes up with the following: I'll be your **** buddy.
This draws immediate surprise from me... well... think about it. Why wouldn't a comment like that shock you? So I say that's a good deal. She ends up flashing me just for fun a little later. Good times.
The next day she calls me and wants to know if she can come over and watch a movie. I accept this offer. She comes over. We talk about everything that happened the night before, yet she does not remember the comment about being **** buddies. This is slightly disenchanting.
A few days pass. It was a thursday. At this point, I am growning tired of wondering if she was for real or not. So I extract the info from her, and she was being serious. Here's the issue, though. We had to duck and dodge her ex, because he hangs out with the other members of my house, and he would be righteously pissed if he found out I was shagging his ex. So she then reveals the following piece of info: He was going out of town that weekend. Yahtzee.
So the next day, he leaves, and she comes over to my place. We hang out with some friends, and gradually everyone leaves to go do whatever. We are left alone. I finally tell her that I've noticed she talks alot, but I have not seen her back any of it up. She then tells me that she doesn't talk **** without being able to back it up, and we go up to my room and do the nasty. Good times.
There is a party planned for the next day. She sticks around until the party, and then she spends the night again. No sex. Nothing like it. Sleeping and making out only. Both of us were severely sore from the previous night. Still a pretty good deal, though.
Next day. Spends the night again. Same as the last night. Still sore (look it was a pretty severe marathon).
Alright. Here's where the issues start cropping up. Her ex comes back to town, and I barely see her. She's still not speaking to him, but she's working constantly and school is kicking her ***. This starts to bug me because I would like to get some more action. She leaves that weekend to visit some friends out of town. When she gets back, she reveals that she got wasted and gave some dude a bj. This irritates me, but there's nothing I can really be pissed about 'cause I'm not in a relationship, and I got one for a hit off of a cigarette. So we move on. Things are cool.
That weekend, a party is planned at my house again. This time it is my room mate's birthday. She tells me that she plans to strip for me that night, followed by shagging me. Good deal.
She comes over and looks mighty fine. I'm ready to rock. I take her up to my room for a little pre-game show and we make out for a few minutes, and then go back to the party. Her ex shows up and follows her around the entire night *****ing at her. He ends up slapping her in the face because she smoked pot, and was about to light a cigarette. Which one she was slapped for, I'm not sure. They end up in a big fight. I see him walk off, so I go to see if she's ok. She's crying (which she never does) and smoking a cig. He comes back, slaps the cig out of her hand and starts ranting and raving again. He mentions something about an STD.
After a bit of this, she gets fed up and runs away. He then turns to me and starts *****ing at me asking me if I would choose smoking over another human being (he thinks she dumped him because he wouldn't let her smoke). While asking me this, he is holding a cigarette in my face. I take the cig out of his hand, and light it. He gets pissed and walks off. I go to find her.
I find her in my room. She explains that she has a virus known and HPV. Her gyno had called her a few days after I nailed her and told her about it. She says condoms will protect against it, so there's no chance of me getting it from her. I say "ok... cool."
Somehow, she ends up leaving the party with her ex. I know this isn't good, because odds are she'll start speaking to him again afterward, and then I'm up the creek without a **** buddy. This is what happened.
So I look up HPV online. I read it wrong and I think I've got the damned thing. She flips out because of this, and declares that she and I will never have sex again. About 3 days later, I read the info again, and the only way you can get it easily is if it's advanced. The way to tell if it is advanced or not is if the person had genital warts. She does not. Ergo, I can shag her still without worry.
I relate the information to her about why we can still shag. She still doesn't want to shag. It seems as though she has lost her edge. She used to be one of these throw caution to the wind types, but now she's all subdued. I don't get it, and it really pisses me off.
So here's the question, Massassi: What would you do if you were in my situation?
EDIT: She aquired hpv last summer when some jackass dosed her with x and raped her. She's not a big slut that shags tons of guys. HPV goes away in less than 2 years.
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