No one reads this blog and therefore I'm going to talk about my personal life.
Side Note/Fun Fact- I'm having a glass of Tempranillo wine- a gift from a dear friend- while I type this because it feels a little naughty and hell, I have a paid day off of work and it is early afternoon.
This past Monday I felt unusually antsy. In fact, I wanted to go out for the first time in weeks. So I picked up my beat up red Krazr phone and went through its contact list texting and calling a few friends. No one got back to me. Not about to give up my desire to go out, I decided to go to my favorite cozy bar in Cap Hill, 611 Supreme.
611 is one of my favorite bars and one that I only go to when it's Lauren time. I am not a regular but I think I might be memorable.
Anyway, on my way there I get a call from C and I meet up with her and some of her friends at 611. We're hanging out there before we head out to the Baltic Room for their reggae night. We dance, hang out, drink a bit more. One of C's friends of friends, J shows up and I'm on my way to drunk and we're dancing and flirting- practically making out on the uncrowded dance floor. I ask C what J is like and she says that he's nice and it would be no big deal if we hooked up or whatever. It's been a while for me, what the hell?
I ask him if he wants to come over and he says yes.
Little did I know what would happen next.
As we begin to hook up, I'll keep some of the juicy details to my close friends, he asks, "Do you have a condom? Do you have a condom?"
At this point in time, I'm not even to sex.
I say, "I think I do. Just a minute."
I scrounge one up from my roommate and I's emergency stash, I put it on him. I'm on top and he's inside of me, and he slips out. I mention him getting on top he says no and then blurts out (wait for it)-
"I had sex with someone who is HIV positive and I'm not sure if I am."
"What do you mean you don't know if I am?"
"I haven't gotten tested."
"WHY haven't you gotten tested?"
"Because I'm scared. I don't know if I have it."
"Did you use a condom?"
"Yes. I have to go. I'm worried about my car. I have to get up early."
"You can still stay, we don't have to do anything."
"No I have to leave. I can find my way out."
"Okay."
I pass out because well, I'm drunk. The following morning I'm at work attempting to actually work. I give up and spend the rest of the day calling clinics, doctors, and desperately trying to figure out what the hell to do because I might have let someone put their d*ck inside of me, who may or may not be HIV positive.
He freaked out and left so quickly that I didn't get information about how long it went on with this person. When it happened, who this person was, etc. Or anything.
I could be mad, frustrated, angry, upset and honestly- I freaked the f*ck out that afternoon but after talking to all the doctors and clincs it turns out that the likeliness of me contracting HIV would be one in 500 million or something like that. So, I don't have HIV but it is one hell of a lesson to be very, very careful with who you decide to sleep with.
A cautionary tale.
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