2001. 1st Foolish game!
Ever since graduated from 9th Grade, I no longer want to be involved to any kind of affair that related to some sort of feeling into a guy. Correct! It’s the DENIAL PHASE. Its like to undo the rose petals: Love me…Love me not. Only this time using another phrase: Gay me…Gay me not!
Then, senior prom & graduation! Finally, college! Time that I’ve been longing for. I’m already 18, Legal age according to state law and bylaw. One day on that 1st semester in college, bumped on a guy in the toilet of a mall. His name is Michael an Australian. I’m half of his age I supposed. We peeking each other over the urinal and end up he gave me his phone number and address.
Then day after I decide to called him. Nervous. Shaking and Sweating. It was Friday, English final exam at 3 PM, so I have a lots of time before to meet this guy at his place. Then I did.
Find out that he’s “married”. And his partner work for Coca Cola Company. Neat mansion with a swimming pool. With his favorite scooter park in his garage. We enter the house and with no further due, he prepared the room, undress me and…BANG! It’s my first skin-to-skin experience.
Scared to death for sure but lucky because of that (I can say so now) he failed to enter me bareback! And he’s kind of disappointed yet try to be nice by asking me for another “fun”. Fall into his words that never come true. I was falling apart, broken hearted. Promised never fall in love to Australian.
It’s the foolish game. And I came up into a conclusion (and advice to you) someone you make love for the first time doesn’t always mean someone who really love you. Somewhat like you but not (yet) love you.
Then, senior prom & graduation! Finally, college! Time that I’ve been longing for. I’m already 18, Legal age according to state law and bylaw. One day on that 1st semester in college, bumped on a guy in the toilet of a mall. His name is Michael an Australian. I’m half of his age I supposed. We peeking each other over the urinal and end up he gave me his phone number and address.
Then day after I decide to called him. Nervous. Shaking and Sweating. It was Friday, English final exam at 3 PM, so I have a lots of time before to meet this guy at his place. Then I did.
Find out that he’s “married”. And his partner work for Coca Cola Company. Neat mansion with a swimming pool. With his favorite scooter park in his garage. We enter the house and with no further due, he prepared the room, undress me and…BANG! It’s my first skin-to-skin experience.
Scared to death for sure but lucky because of that (I can say so now) he failed to enter me bareback! And he’s kind of disappointed yet try to be nice by asking me for another “fun”. Fall into his words that never come true. I was falling apart, broken hearted. Promised never fall in love to Australian.
It’s the foolish game. And I came up into a conclusion (and advice to you) someone you make love for the first time doesn’t always mean someone who really love you. Somewhat like you but not (yet) love you.
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