I haven't had sex in 4 months

Ha. Two years ago a dude I went to primary school with 20 years ago said that, on a chance meeting in the pub.

He said he had loved me since he was 8 years old. I hugged him out of sympathy and he asked that question: can I kiss you?

I had dreaded him asking it, but knew that if I hugged him, he might. I said no. He did it anyway. I let him. It was like sucking a wet sponge. I can't decide whether I liked the kiss, though I definitely didn't like what he did with his hands. Be that as it may, I had withdrawal from an antidepressant at the time and any kind of human warmth seemed better than none. And besides, I had my own lifelong unrequited crush from when I was about 9 years old, and I'd have given my right arm for a kiss from that guy, no matter how many years had passed.

In the middle of the kiss, he asked me for 'just one night'. No doubt he had had that 'one night' with me many, many times in his head, during early adolescence. If he hadn't, he wouldn't have even asked, drunk though he was that evening. Of course, I said no. I told him that I'd never had sex til now and he sure wasn't going to be my first. He looked baffled for a moment. He then started to profess to me how 'inexperienced' he truly was - perhaps to try and change my mind - but he was onto a loser, and he was probably just going for broke. Not much else for him to do at that point.

The next day I received an apology from him on WhatsApp. I replied graciously, but I wasn't that shocked it had all happened, to be honest, and wasn't sure that the alcohol had played as great a role in it as he said. On the grapevine at high school about 15 years ago I heard he had wandering hands, even then. Beyond the grossness of being kissed and groped against my will though, there was something kind of warming about knowing that someone liked me, and was obtaining the fulfilment of a 20-year dream. It distracted me from the antidepressant withdrawal, anyway.

So there's a story you never asked for.

Have a nice day.