If it was flipped I’d only be asking a lot of questions like;
Why did I follow her to her room?
Was it worth the experience?
Did I allow it happen?
It was one beautiful day I can’t remember and may never want to remember but it’s incidence has its own Picasso in my imaginary. Her beautiful sister gave me her number on phone with a warning, “my kid sister is fragile from a not recent motor accident.” and my reaction had sentimentive heartfulness to what looked like a desperate sex affair.
I had to think twice going on a date with her simply because I hadn’t had a dick push in years and my drive was reading hot. After jollof and chicken at an Accra restaurant we spent hours planning a month of love activities but never mentioned our night’s life. Not to be afraid of what could happen on our first date which had us both naked in my bed on one misplaced night with her in disbelief of how I got her out of her clothes and I who was playfully trying to make her feel I’m down for whatever.
I couldn’t care less or contemplate what she would tell her sister about her hook up boy, but could I have assumed she enjoyed our hot session? We probably wouldn’t click after a while, I imagined we’d grow out of each other but I still dreamt of our progress as a newly hooked up couple.
The next two weeks got me plighted, she came to my house claiming a rape incident between us and my reaction was, “we made love in a full house and you couldn’t call for help, now you’re calling it a rape?”. At my first encounter of such happening, I was quick not to be alarmed but the surprise was her waiting as long to address it as such. Going to her house to see her sister who was my super friend became appealingly difficult knowing she’d want to know what caused a break-up so fast since she got used to us kissing in public eye.
Bless my days with her, nothing could have proned we’d be led to the bad side of our unprocreative plunge of a man who had put his penis in a woman without agreement, hence life lived with her comes without regret because a prayer answered may have effects unknown.
Now I’m a man thinking, why did I get her out of her clothes in the first place, and why not her get me out of mine. I’ve had to imagine us both naked on my bed with her fighting her clothes back on for a while and thoughtfully I have had to pride not leaving her clothes on her. Now she’s a happily married woman and I a single man living in a chamber and hall apartment hoping to feel the use of a lesson learnt from one bad sex life to another all in the name of finding love and a life in a woman.