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Rejected By Me? Feel Free to Spread Thy Legs to the Public


In recent months, I've learned of a woman whom I rejected, becoming, for lack of a better word, a slut.

From about May of '09 to September of '10 (16 months), I was talking to one gal, we'll call her Medusa, fairly regularly. When I flew to Omaha in July and again in August of 2010, she and I spent quite a bit of time together. She claimed to have wanted to start a relationship with me and at one point, while drunk, she asked me to go grab some condoms from her purse. No, she wasn't strange and wanted to snack on some latex, but yes, she had a fetish for removing her clothing and spreading her legs as I soon discovered. She and I weren't dating and in the grand scheme of things, hadn't hung out very much, so that moment made me rather uncomfortable. I rejected her easy-access request and asked that she sober up and take me home, because of course, she was my ride and that was the only riding she was going to do that night. After that very evening, she and I began to drift apart. I stopped calling and writing her as much and had my mind made up that I didn't care to associate with her much anymore, let alone date her.

Not long ago, I learned from a friend that Medusa was looser than a toilet seat after being sat on by a sumo wrestler for 36 consecutive days. I guess while she was attempting to persuade me in dating her, she slept with six different guys and on two occasions, had to take the morning-after pill, due to her having not been responsible the night before. Typically, these adult-missionary sleepovers followed my telling her I wasn't sure what I felt or that I didn't think I felt anything stronger than that of a friendship. So, I wasn't even rejecting her so to speak, just saying that I didn't know how I felt and this prompted her to know a man's penis better. Sorry, I should pluralize that - men's penises. There, that is the more accurate assessment. All I can say is thank Valtrex I didn't do anything with her. I'm gagging now having just typed that.

I found this woman’s persistence on getting me to sleep with her rather hilarious, because she knew that I’m about as clean as a nun. Perhaps she felt I was all talk and as a guy, it was just my way of manipulating her into doing the deed of touching each other's naughty parts. In any case, I really have to wonder what was going through her mind after being rejected each and every time by a male for sex. Well, I hate to go, but I think I'm going to celebrate my rejection of STD's by smoking a cigarette.
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