Booty Call

Ever been with someone you know is all wrong for you?  That’s the predicament I’m in now.  We met at a bar last month, she approached me and came on strong.  She’s got a quick wit, a dark sense of humor, and is definitely the assertive type.  It’s hard for me not to be drawn to a woman like that.

 

The past month between us has been pretty consistent.  We slept together the night we met; she initiated.  Since my room was flooded at the time (just got fixed this week, yay!) and with her living with her parents (she’s a year older than me and just graduated college) we hooked up in her car in a parking garage.  It was one of the most surreal, exhilarating nights I’ve experienced.  Afterward she let me take her out to get some late night nachos to sober up, then drove me home.  She didn’t have any interest in giving me her number, so I left her mine, just in case she took an interest in pursuing things between us.

 

Much to my surprise, she (Megan) called me a few days later, late at night, with no hidden agenda.  And it’s been much the same for the past few weeks.  I’m her booty call, which I have no qualms about.  I’m not looking for anything serious, the sex is outrageously good, and the no-strings-attached agreement between us certainly makes things easy and carefree.

 

It would seem I’m in the ideal situation, right?  I’d be a fool to complain, surely.  Up until recently, I would be inclined to agree with you. However, let’s examine Thursday night as a case study. I get a call after 11pm. Not a big deal, but I do get up around 6am so I can get to work on time. Still, the presence of my Y chromosome prevents me from thinking logically when getting laid is on the line.  So I agree to meet her, she comes over to pick me up as usual.  I was waiting outside for her, like usual, and let her know right away that my room had been fully repaired the day before.  “Do you want to come inside? Meet my roommates?”  There’s no need to act like idiotic sex crazed teenagers and hook up in a public space when I’ve got a perfectly good room.  But no, she had no interest in coming inside at all.

 

Fair enough, I’m not going to argue.  I got in her car, we drove for quite awhile. When we stopped I got out and she came around to me and took my arm to guide me around.  “Where are we?” I asked.  She insisted it was a surprise.  Context clues helped me decipher we were in a construction area, she later informed me her dad builds new homes and this was one of his.  For the most part, it’s not too hard to get around when you’re blind.  A cane and some patience does the trick nicely.  However, a construction site is the equivalent of a minefield for me.  2X4s lying everywhere, nails and tools strewn haphazardly, it’s terrifying.  Megan led me around to the middle of a room, and told me to stay put.  When she came back she pressed herself against me, naked, then took my cane from me and threw it out of reach.

 

That’s about the time my brain went haywire.  I am completely blind, so to be in a new environment, let alone a dangerous one, without a way to navigate is absolutely horrifying.  Megan undressed me, then essentially engaged me in a game of Marco Polo, where she would whisper something to me and make me stumble around (barefoot, by the way) attempting to find her.  Eventually she stopped toying with me, though it took an awfully long time, at which point I was extremely agitated.  We did the deed, I’ll spare you the lewd details.  However, this part is relevant. At one point she shoved me against a wall (very much unfinished, with exposed nails).  One of the nails tore into my shoulder and made a sizeable gash.  I was in excruciating pain at that moment, though what she did next served as a good distraction and did take my mind off the wound.

 

Megan drove me home afterward.  Some of my roommates were watching a movie in the living room when I got in.  I didn’t intend to engage them, I just wanted to go straight downstairs and go to bed, being physically and mentally exhausted. As I walked by, one of my female roommates screamed “Sam! Your back, oh my god!”  My shirt had soaked through with blood from my shoulder wound. I tried to shrug it off and claim I’d nicked myself at work earlier that day.  However, my roommates weren’t having any of it.  One of them is pre-med, and after inspecting the gash, insisted I needed stitches.  So after fashioning a makeshift tourniquet, two of them took me to the ER to get me patched up. They were right, I did need stitches (10), evidently the cut was pretty bad and I’d lost a decent amount of blood.

 

Circling back to the issue at hand, Megan is both addicting and terrifying (when she found out what had happened she laughed).  After my roommates heard the true account of what had transpired, they all insisted I break it off.  It’s worth noting this isn’t the only strange instance with Megan, just the most alarming of them. While I know their advice is sound, and definitely in my self interest, there’s something between she and I that’s almost…chemical. It’s like an addiction. There’s something that just draws me so strongly to her, like nothing I’ve ever felt before.  Logically, I know the right thing to do is to break up with her, but even entertaining that idea makes my body ache and my testosterone flare up. If you think I’m pathetic, I absolutely agree with you.

2 thoughts on “Booty Call”

  1. No, that doesn’t make you pathetic at all. Your heart and your brain won’t always agree, and you kind of can’t help who you’re drawn to. Don’t listen to your roomates. They only see the negative and probably don’t see what you see. The opinion that matters the most is yours. My advice is to go with your gut. Whether it tells you to stay or run. But I do think if she continues to injure you accidental or non-accidental, that seems very toxic and just reconsider the situation. I do wonder though if you’ve ever had a real conversation with her because if it only revolves around sex, I don’t think it will go anywhere and you’ll probably have more injuries. Best of luck:)
    -Celeste

  2. Hm. Maybe she is exploring some kink and you are her guinea pig. Whatever it is, healthy sex demands some sober communication, especially when blood and terror are involved.

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