Choose your words wisely

I met Berklee after a super drunken night of free drinking courtesy of a Tanqueray promotional party. I took a few random college friends, and then went back to one's home. Berklee was the roomate. He was a total cutie with a great big smile. We flirted just a little bit... and then I was in his bedroom.

I didn't expect to see him again, but a few days later he got my number and called. We were together pretty much all the time after that, but I didn't want to let go of my old ways. I kept him at bay, never letting him closer than an arm's length. But then I started to fall for him. We had fun. He gave me my first orgasm. I was hooked.

I decided to tell him how I felt. One night after sex, we were lying next to each other and I thought this would be the perfect time. He beat me to it and told me how he felt. "You know, I don't think I could ever see you as my girlfriend."

I don't know if I had a heart attack... or experienced my first heartbreak. I just did what I knew how to do. I completely removed all emotion from what we had, and it was just gonna be sex until the next penis came along.

We continued seeing eachother for a few more months, and his feelings changed. He decided he did want more. He wanted me to be his girlfriend... but it was too late. I reminded him of that infamous quote. I told him that I was crushed that night and there was no way to change my decision. He continued to try, but I kept reminding him and even told him to start dating other girls. He finally quit and found someone else.

I went back to being a predator.

RedSox did not enjoy hearing this story. He slept on it last night to sort through it better, and he gave his response today. It was simple, sweet, direct.

"I could see you as my girlfriend."

I reciprocated.