We had more than a few drinks and the talk turned to sex. I don’t have a regular boyfriend, don’t take birth control pills but this guy who I thought was nice said he had protection in his apartment, namely rubbers. We talked some more and I went back to his place.
In the heat of the moment, when it was “time,” I asked him if he wasn’t forgetting something. Turns out he had no protection at all. He lied about it.
I was turned on but not that turned on. I put my clothes back on and called a taxi with my cell phone.
Guys – don’t lie to us, be straight up. There’s no way I want to be a mother right now and this “nice guy” I was with Saturday night sure isn’t ready to be a daddy.