Through my personal boozy haze, we all of a sudden spotted that he was about to go for it without a condom, which sobered myself up, fast. “Hold on,” we mentioned. “What’s happening here?”

I’ve been on birth control since my belated teens, but I have long been religious about utilizing condoms unless I’m in a monogamous relationship. (the text of my aunt, an OB-GYN nursing assistant specialist, include burned up into my brain: “Never bring near that room unless it’s covered up.”) We understood I really enjoyed this guy, and ended up being getting mutual vibes, but there was no talk of thinking or brands. But this kind of postparty experience kind of forced the problem. “Does this suggest you are really perhaps not asleep along with other individuals?” I asked. He mentioned certainly, and then we confirmed that individuals had been now exclusive—physically and mentally. I dug this development, even if the way they unfolded had beenn’t just romantic. I am aware, it’s 2016, exactly what did I count on? Continue reading