Yesterday, Lana was over for dinner — just the two of us, at last! (With the rotating doors letting a constant stream of women in and out of my flat, some private time is always welcome.)
The plan was to just have dinner together, drink a little, watch a romantic comedy, and completely avoid the topic of her condition. She’s been in a bad mood because of it for the last few weeks, and it looks like the test results didn’t reveal anything. So I tried to cheer her up by being a good boyfriend.
Unfortunately, the plan to avoid talking about it backfired a bit. I apparently did such a good job that by the end of the night, she was very uncomfortable around me. Finally, she came out with it.
“I have to tell you something,” she began.
“You really don’t have to, if you don’t want to, y’know?”
“I know, but you deserve to know. I… I think… that… um… I might have had sex with someone else.”
There was a long pause. The deafening silence of the room was finally broken by the sound of my heart cracking.
She looked away from me.
“I… At the doctor’s office… It was the doctor…”
My heart sank down to my guts. A chill ran down my spine.
“You can’t be serious!”
“I don’t know what happened… He touched me to examine me… And I was in the middle of an episode…”
I shook my head in disbelief. “And you had sex with him right there?”
“No! No, of course not! But… well… when he touched me… I came pretty hard.”
My eyes grew wide.
“You mean… Just from him touching your nipples? You didn’t actually SLEEP with him?”
“No! GOD no!” she exclaimed. “Of COURSE not! But having an orgasm is kind of like having sex, right?”
Wow. That girl is something else. There she was, having involuntary orgasms at the hands of a doctor — a health care professional — and she was feeling guilty because of it. I mean, I can’t say I’m thrilled at that thought, but it’s not like she actually gave in to her impulses and actually slept with him.
Darn, the more I get to know Lana, the more I think she’s an incredible girl. She’s not exactly sweet and innocent, but there’s something totally endearing about her. Like the things that are small in my book are huge to her. Maybe she’s the kind of girl I should have looked for all along… Not Playboy-model types, but the pretty, kind-hearted ones.
Maybe she IS a keeper…