I’ve written about how I met my first girlfriend and how we hooked up for the first time on my living room floor. What I didn’t write about is how she left me after that and didn’t text me for four days. It fucking killed me.
*Uggg, I hate this story.*
I was struggling a lot after we fucked. For one thing I had to accept that I was not straight. Also, I was fucking obsessed with this girl. From the moment her tongue touched my clit, she took up permanent residence in my head.
I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, and I was so obsessed with her I missed that fact that my very religious roommate had clearly seen us at some point because she was preparing to kick me out. She was dropping not so subtle hints about immorality while I was in too deep into my crush to notice.
*It was in the 2000s. Things were weird.*
I didn’t fucking care about anything but her. I waited all week for our class together, and when she didn’t show up my heart sank.