We arrived at the hospital. Everyone was so scared. When I got to the reception, the receptionist told us that we did not have to worry about seeing the nurse, and that we could not wait in the waiting room that I would scare of all the children and kill all the old people who are already sick. She shouted ‘You just need a private room, and now!’ , she cannot look me in the eye, but instead is looking at Justin, simply because she was too disgusted to look at my face.
Within ten minutes of being in the private room, a doctor appeared and asked, ‘How did this happen, or is this your normal face?’ I replied, ‘Is this a joke? If you think it is my normal face, would I really be in the hospital?’ He claimed, ‘I do not know why you are here, so I am trying to ascertain the problem. It could be that you have something wrong with you.’ I stopped him and said, ‘Course, I do — Look at my face!’
At this point, Justin had his hand on my shoulder trying to calm me down. He explained the situation to the doctor, who claimed that I should just have a epinephrine shot. He gave me one, and I felt that a weight was taken off my shoulder. And for some strange reason, having the shot, or maybe it was the way Justin took care of me again in this situation, I decided that I could not contain myself any longer, and I just popped out and asked the question, so what is it between us, are we going out?
He replied, ‘What do you think is going on between us?’
I shrugged, because there is this one thing: I hate a question being answered with another question.
‘OK,’ I said, ‘so I thought we were just shagging, but then you ask me on the date, then you invite me to come and eat at your place with your brother. It is like you are introducing me to your family.
Well, not so much your family, but it is like you are taking it to a different level.
Then, again I do not know what level we are on? I am just unsure now. It’s like we are more then just fuck buddies, or are we only fuck buddies? I was enjoying it, so now I am wondering what we are doing. Are we just messing around?’
He looked me in the eye, and said, ‘I did not know you could talk so much. Or is it the shot? No, I do enjoy the shagging, but I like the conversations in between the shagging, and want us to be more than friends or shagging friends. What do you think about that?’
I hugged him, because I had felt that way. I was too scared to commit. With that last statement, I fell asleep on the bed and curled up like a child. Praying that in the morning I would be back to normal. I could not bear to hear any more screams as soon as I walk down the street.
Bring on the next chapter, telling the girls ...
‘So,’ Alex asked, ‘ What has been going on with you lately? You have been busy the past few weekends and Fridays. You are always at the dentist, and, sorry to say, but your teeth look the same! He is not doing that good a job!’
‘Confession time — I have not been going to the dentist!’
‘Really!’ they all said at the same time, like they believed I was going to the dentist in the first place!
‘OK, so I have been seeing someone. At first I thought, I was just shagging him.
We never discussed anything more and he did not seem to want anything more, and it was fine. A bit of fun. Think it was just what the doctor ordered and came at the right time. But then he went and asked me on a date and then, of course, we ended up at his shagging as usual and ...
Tracey interrupted, ‘Look, we do not need that kind of detail, we just want to know. What is his name? What does he do? Where does he live? Has he got money? Is it serious or as you said just shagging? Fundamentally, the most important question of all, when are we going to meet him?’
At that precise moment, I was in shock.
Sure, Justin and I discussed football, the weather, music, books. Yet, on everything personal but the fundamental basic details I did not have a clue, and I had been shagging him for three months.
They all looked at me and laughed. They all knew exactly what this meant – ‘You do not know!’ Michelle said, laughing her head off. ‘That is so not like you!’
‘Do you know his last name?’ Tracey asked with a face as red as a tomato from laughing.
I shook my head – I was shaking my head in a state of frenzy. I was so desperate to tell the girls, but at that moment in time, I did realise, I had nothing to tell them. I certainly was not about to tell them what we did in the bedroom, and neither what we did not do in the bedroom. Yet, when I summed it all up, I had nothing to tell them because the fundamentals were a complete mystery to me. I did not have a clue, I was stuck, and I felt completely stupid!
Extreme laughter.
‘What has come over you?’ asked Tracey. ‘He must be really good in bed.
You are normally the one that
