Ace Adventures

To everyone asking for more information on my 'experiment', you obviously don't understand what this blog is about.

To everyone asking how we stayed friends, starting from the days after it went down, well, thats a story I can tell.

It ended like most one night stands; I woke up early, gathered my things, and, after failing to find my dignity, I ran away.

The days after, we ignored each other. It was nothing cruel, it's just that things went back to normal.

I felt disgusted, but I also had a sick sense of pride, like I had won. But still, in the years after, I've realized how wrong I had been. Really, it's not that I have a huge amount of regret for this, but I understand now that it was completely unnecessary.

Anyways, about a year has passed (in story time) since I slept with him.

He approaches me in the hall, desperate to find his class. I foolishly help him.

Sound familiar? Yep, he's the one that started it all. You know the story after this. And if you don't. Read my blog, and it will be clear.

Let's call him Bom. He didn't speak to me about this, and I figured that he didn't remember me (he has a history of whorish behaviour) - which I was fine with.

However, last year, he actually brought it up, as we were doing homework in my room.

He asked me if I remembered him. I considered bluffing, but I guess we could assume that whenever I'm around him I make bad decisions.

Now now, don't get to assuming things - I'm not in love with him.

Back to the story, I think he was worried that I was heartbroken or something, and I assured him that it was a mistake. He managed to keep quiet about his insulted feelings, but still, he was kind about it.

Since then, we haven't talked about it. Nobody else knows.

It's not that I'm embarrassed about it (though I am a bit embarrassed about the reasons I did it), but! It's just that I don't think it's important, so they don't have any business knowing about it.

Disagree or not, I'm not changing my mind on that,

J