The Other Side of the Story

So remember how I told y’all about when I lost my virginity? Well after four years, I finally have details about that night from the perspective of the man involved.

I never really inquired about it much because I always understood that it was a bigger deal to me. We have definitely talked about it, but I never really got his perspective. I have expressed many times how this experience has changed my life. I didn’t take his virginity, I was not on his radar, and I was extremely inexperienced. I was the one with news after our encounter, not him. After sharing my first experience with him on my blog, my curiosity peaked. I got so much feedback and a few questions. I really wanted to know his side. 

As I’ve mentioned, it was a bigger deal to me. I remembered things down to specific moments. His thoughts seemed to be more scattered and not in a story format. 

There were some similarities in our stories, thoughts, and feelings, but there were also some differences. 

We both agree that he totally didn’t believe me about being a virgin. What I didn’t know was the extent of his doubt...Yall he didn’t believe me until he was...ummm...in there. 

We agree that we were drunk and there was a lot of sexual tension. What I didn’t know was he was feeling it from someone else too. Super awkward because there were only 2 other people in the room...

He was not having the internal conflict that I was having LOL because he definitely thought he was going to be having sex with the other person...We were not in the same space mentally. I knew we was bouta fu-- yall get it. 

Our first real disagreement was about the scene where we were dancing in the corner. Remember I told yall I had my body pressed up against his and I felt his lips and tongue on my ear and neck? He said I kissed him and he was like “oh” kinda like oh she’s for real. I don’t recall kissing him. 

One of the pivotal moments that led to my deflowering was when we left the “party” and went our separate ways. He got the note that I left. He said he was shocked. Yall, I really don’t think he knew what was going on in my mind. I was determined to...you know... and I thought that was more obvious. Guess not.

The thing that really got me is that he thought I wasn’t going to do anything when I went to his place. Again, he did not know how much I wanted him. 

He had some comments about what went down in his bed. We won’t be discussing those things. 

After everything was said and done, he felt one way and I felt another. I walked away feeling like a new person who had done something “bad” but good. He was more like...Hope I don’t regret that… 

The jury’s still out on whether or not he regrets it. Girly can be a handful ;)

I had always wondered about his side of the story. It was to finally hear how he remembers things. 
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