In the Spring of 1996, I had just returned to BGSU after a semester of Academic Suspension. I was assigned to live in Rodgers Hall, and my randomly selected roommate was Mary.
This is important. Follow this.
Mary was attending BGSU because she had followed her boyfriend, Andrew, up from the University of Dayton. Andrew was originally from Toledo and had returned there after he had — flunked out? Quit? My memory isn’t quite sure of which. At any rate, he came home and his girlfriend came along, to be near him. And I was rooming with her.
Mary had recently gone to a party where a couple of Andrew’s high school buddies were in attendance. Apparently, she had told one of the guys that he dressed like he was gay. This, of course, had pissed the guy off, and made him not want to be at any parties with his buddy’s girlfriend anymore.
When Mary found out about my parentage (can girls be bastards?), she remembered an amusing anecdote about the young man she’d offended, and how he had mentioned that he needed to find a girl without a father. She decided to hook us up, kind of as an apology for telling him he dressed gay. At Mary’s request, Andrew gave her Aaron’s e-mail address to give to me.
And the rest is history. ^_^
Ten years ago today, I wrote about this new boyfriend of mine, and what we did and how I felt. I was fairly graphic, as I didn’t want to forget any single moment, so there will be some judicious editing of explicit things that I (and Aaron, I’m sure) would not be comfortable sharing with the internet.
As a final aside before I get into the journal entry: at this point in my life, I still considered myself Mormon, but inactive. I was, in fact, a virgin, and I am not at ALL ashamed to admit that. Aaron, on the other hand, was totally wanting some nookie (by our third date), but got derailed when I told him that I was a Mormon and didn’t have sex. Yet.
So, with all the backstory out of the way, on with our story:
8 April 1996 – Monday – 3am
Gee… I guess I do tend not to write when things are going well… wow. 🙂
Last night Aaron took me to “the small” (aka Woodland Mall here in BG), then to Goodwill to look around, then out to eat Chinese in Toledo. Then we came back and talked for awhile — surprisingly, Mary was gone — then made out for awhile. We both knew he had to be home earlier than usual, since he was going to Lakewood, near Cleveland, today to visit his grandparents, so we wasted no time. 🙂 We were very heavily into it — I was ***** **** ** ***, in fact — when the phone rang. We let the machine get it. It was Mary. She said she was in Heather’s room, and that Heather wanted to talk to Aaron and I, so stop “scrumping” (Andrew’s word) and get down there. So we got dressed and went, knowing that, if they knew for sure we were in, they’d keep bugging us. They were bluffing, it turns out — for all they knew, we could have been out on a walk. Grrr… So we let Aaron check his e-mail on Heather’s computer, surfed the web for a while, then went back up to the room, the two of us, an hour or so later. We tried *****, but decided ** *** *******, and he ******** ** + *** ** ***. After that, we experimented with ********* **** ** ****** *** — ** ***** *** ***, but he said he enjoyed himself anyway.
At this point we were totally in the buff, lying beside each other, talking quietly about how he’d have to go soon + how he feels like such an asshole when he has to leave so soon afterward —
— Knock Knock Knock!
Both of us must have jumped 2 feet in the air — and we landed sitting upright on the side of the bed, reaching for our clothes. He yells, “uh, j-just a moment!” Clang, clang, goes his belt buckle. 🙂 And then I let Mary in, and he had to leave soon thereafter, since it was almost 2, not adding the time change.
But I told the story to tell about the irc conversation we had tonite. We talked about the usual joking stuff, about Heather finding out she’s not pregnant, about the previous night’s embarrassment with Mary’s knocking, and about my 20th birthday weekend (tell more later). But, near the end of our converation, I told him how much I had wanted to ask him to make love to me last night, how close I’d come to actually asking. And he said he wouldn’t have, since he doesn’t want me to do anything I’ll regret later. Then he said, “And you DID make love to me — making love doesn’t have to mean ‘scrumping.'” That made me feel so loved. Wow… That gave me unbelievable warm fuzzies. The he had to go look some things up online, but I e-mailed him while he was on lynx. I told him how much that comment really meant to me, because I feel like I should be giving more, and I love him so much that I want to, but I cant/won’t. And I told him that I love him so much that if I could give it to him, I would. He e-mailed me back saying that I already give him so much, and that he undestands, and he loves me. More warm fuzzies… 🙂
My word, isn’t Aaron fantastic? I don’t “lust” after him — I have the purest love for him, almost innocent, but still with physical qualities. I want to be as close to him as I possibly can, closer than I’ve ever been to anyone before.
We’ve been a couple for 3 weeks now, and met in person about 6 weeks ago, I think. Time flies….
OK, so I was a cornball. AND a hornball. I was only 19, for god sakes. 😉
Time really does fly, though. I can’t believe it’s been ten years.