Last year, my ex. My only. Met him on a Sunday (11 hour first date, fairly amazing), spent several nights together and slept together Friday. Pretty embarrassing as I was sleeping and woke up halfway through the foreplay, so I was out of it most of the time. He kinda, umm... wilted... after a bit because he knew it was painful, so we just curled up against each other and slept. We made up for it over and over and over again.
We separated for six months and tried dating again awhile back and in July he decided we should just be friends... I was hurt and pissed, but gave it a shot and actually he's still one of my closest friends. And I'm not sorry I waited... geez, the idiots I run into over the weekends I wouldn't touch with a ten foot pole.
/me shudders
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