I’m not going to be the girl you marry.
I’ll be the memory you have when you propose to her. As you slide that ring on her finger you’ll think about that time we got dressed in our swankiest threads and had a horrible time at that party so we came back home and sat in an empty bath tub drinking whiskey outta the bottle talking about our childhood dreams.
I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be that memory whenever you and her get in an argument. you’ll recall our first fight and the endless glares and icy tones. Repetition of words like RESPECT and WHY rung through the stillness of the air. We almost ended that night. Thankfully you stopped me from walking out of that door.
I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be that memory when you have your first child. When you and your wife are picking out names you’ll remember our talk about our future. Our apartment layout and first pet. A dog named Pascal because I’m allergic to cats.
I’m not going to be the girl you marry. I’ll be the girl you fall for when you are too young to understand what falling really is. You’ll fuck up and lose me. You won’t realize it until a while later. But when you do, you’ll think about me everyday. Forever."
|Nurse:||"Sorry your boyfriend couldn't wait for you in the waiting room, it makes women feel uncomfortable."|
|Me:||"He wasn't my boyfriend and I don't see how it would make them uncomfortable, but that's my opinion. He was here for moral support. I understood, and so does he."|
|Nurse:||"So he's your...."|
|Nurse:||(During the question asking) "How many sexual partners have you had?"|
|Nurse:||"How old were you when you first became sexually active?"|
|Me:||"....Loaded question but....14, I guess."|
|Nurse:||"You're sexually active, then."|
|Nurse:||"How many times have you been pregnant?"|
|Nurse:||"O...kayy...-Checks 'condoms' as my preferred use of birth control-"|
|Me:||"I don't use condoms. Or take birth control."|
|Nurse:||"Then how do you avoid getting pregnant?"|
|Me:||"I fuck girls."|
im a really affectionate person once you get past my 5 layers of shyness, awkwardness, fear, vague dislike, and loneliness