You wan’t the truth?
“Do you love me?”
That stunned me for a bit. It’s true we’ve been going out for a while and we’ve done this activity several times, although to me it has been nothing more than the exuberance of youth (a somewhat passable euphemism for youthful lustiness triggered by raging testosterones). I’m not sure if it was different in her case.
No words had ever passed between us during such times and we surely didn’t talk about things that go deeper than the surface of our skins. There had been no talks about hearts or feelings and come to think of it, there was no talk, period. Well, unless those primal grunts and moanings can be considered civil conversation.
I thought for a quick second and examined myself. Nothing registered. I then wondered if I could just pay lip service just to please her. But I was too young then and as young folks are wont to do, I told her the truth. I said, “No”. After saying that, I continued with what I was doing and immediately forgot about the question.
I never heard from her again.
Sometimes it’s easier to tell a lie than go through the inconvenience of having to explain the truth. In the film “A Few Good Men,” when Tom Cruise asked Jack Nicholson to the truth (Jack was being investigated for the death of a Marine and it was alleged that Jack issued a code red; watch the movie too much hassle to explain) Jack shouted in Tom’s face, “You can’t handle the truth!”
I guess some folks could not handle the truth and rightly so. The truth can have an unsettling effect. When used bluntly, like my reply to the question posed, it can be like a dagger stabbing another person’s heart.
Those who seek the truth should be prepared to listen to it, otherwise better give up on the search.
aha! the loge of ___. Was it the seat with no armrest? The theater is gone now.considering your standards, she must be very pretty.
you know what they say, women think of love first then sex, while men think of sex first then love. sigh, college days. miss those days when i can get away wiv anything. now i have to be responsible. darn.
@Lazarus: Is it? Gad, that was a landmark.
Chelse, as for myself, I didn’t think at all. hahaha. was just going with the flow. But you know, in hindsight, that’s not supposed to be the way things are done but we can always blame it on the impetuousness of youth. To be young and stupid– you know. 
Ewww… those KKKs are usually reeking with bugs and smells of what have you. But then again,I think those were the least of your worries then. Hehehe…
I really can’t relate to this one because I would never take advantage of anyone inside the theater… heheheWhat she did to you was blackmail! I would have said yes even if I didn’t mean it. Imagine having sex with someone and when you’re about to reach glory she goes on top of you and asks “do you love me?” Who would say no or how could you say no???Wait… I’ll just take a shower and think about it again! hehehe
Glads, I think in times like that the guy would have a difficult time thinking straight. The scientific explanation is that blood is diverted from the guy’s head to some other part of his anatomy resulting in major sensory failure (e.g. blunted sense of smell). This is also the reason why married guys would have no problem doing it with their wives early in the morning. Blood is concentrated somewhere else ensuring that husbands do not have the necessary seeing ability to actually determine the state of their wives’ aesthetic state.
Alvin, nobody was disadvantaged. (If there was, then it would have been me. I think you know what happens when something like this occur and there’s no happy ending.)What happened was a mutual arrangement between two horny err.. consenting adults.
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I was told that there’s also this phenomenon called “a rush of blood to the head” that’s responsible for such sensory failure, or overload, I suppose. Whatever that means. *grins*
hala ka jae, ihawon jud ka sa mga fans sa Coldplay. hehehe. bad.hi Maria, visited your site.
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