Friday, February 1, 2013
Sex Sex, Love and Brooklyn: Fucking a Boy, To Become a Woman
Posted by Lacy Warner on Fri, Feb 1, 2013 at 6:16 AM
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“We always knew this was more of a fling than a conceivable relationship. I don't think we're on the same page.”
He said, “I don't know what page I'm on.”
We lay naked in his bed knowing the moment I got up to leave it was over. He seemed relieved, and rejected. At least, that's how it felt.
He put his hand in my hair, “I think you're the first woman I've slept with. The rest have been girls.” It was the greatest compliment I'd ever received. It was true for me, too. I was acting like a woman for the first time.
I worried if I told him to shape up or ship out, he'd label me another crazy chick he'd slept with. But I mustered up all my courage and said something. I know now it's possible to lay down the law without getting agro about it.
Of course, all I wanna do is call him and fuck up our nice ending. There's a part of me that misses the old, reckless Lacy. I catch myself thinking about running into him and ending up in bed together. I've got a pang for the girl who would have made the wrong decision for the wrong guy.
Is this how grownups treat each other—with honesty, respect and knowing when something's over?
Where's the fun in that? I guess it isn't so bad... And to all his future partners, you're welcome.
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