Confession #8: Sometimes, I actually stood up for myself…kind of.
I scrambled off the bed so fast I made myself dizzy. Clambering through the black spots that blurred my vision, I discarded the condom in record time and searched the floor for my jockey shorts, horrified when I found them halfway across the room.
I never scattered my s**t around like that, was always careful to leave every article of clothing I removed in a neat, quickly accessible pile. But I’d been so overcome…
Jesus, could this moment get any more mortifying?
The woman on the bed was not getting dressed. No way could I look at her, but neither could I ignore what I noticed from my peripheral vision. And she was not moving, ergo she was most likely sitting there, bare-assed naked, watching my fingers fumble as I rushe
