Rob. 8/22
When I met Rob, I hadn't yet learned of a compulsion that most men and people but mostly men possess; saying things they don't really mean. I remember on one of our usual night drives back to Rob's place he said, after knowing me for all of a month and a half, "Do you know how much I love you? I love you so much its not even funny." That was the first time anyone had so clearly professed love for me, even one that so clearly (in hindsight) couldn't have been real. I was pleased at first, not flattered but I felt worthy, fucking finally. My own father had never been so vocal about his love for me, I knew that he did but I also knew (or at least felt) there were certain things I had to do and ways I had to be in order for my father to love me. Then, here was this 22 year old white guy I barely knew hurling all this seemingly genuine love and appreciation at me and I didn't really have to do anything for it, except let him take my virginity, of course I had not yet considered the things men will say and lengths they will go to continue to have sex with you and I didn't consider this as a factor in why he said this. Looking back, me having sex with him was probably the only reason he said this, he barely knew me and just wanted to keep some freshly 18 year old pussy around and it wasn't too hard to do with a bit of flattery.
pt. 2 coming
