Dammit…. men have it so fucking easy. Met KJ for a quick drink after work (which of course turned into a quickie. More on that in a few), and two hours later, I was crying as I was peeing. And then I went into a rage because I swore I had something that Ajax wouldn’t take off.
It’s a urinary tract infection (thank god), and one that comes from the term “honeymoon cystitis”, and it’s from having lots and lots of sex with a new partner. I’m going to rename mine “thot-itis”, since I can’t really consider KJ a “partner”. KJ is also the first guy I’ve been having sex with that I haven’t used condoms with in over a year, hence my paranoia. Looking back, we both probably should have done the STI testing BEFORE agreeing to become monogamous sex buddies. (He offhandedly mentioned last night that he wants me to know that he’s not a cheater. See why I’m so darn confused?) It’s never too late though so I’ve got an appointment just to ease my mind at the end of the week.
There’s a reason for my paranoia. Since I started the online dating thing, I get checked regularly. I’ve never even had HPV (which is like the common cold of STDs, errybody gets it at least once almost). I hooked up with a guy, NK, a couple of times last year without using a condom. It just sorted faded out. Then a few months later, we reconnected on Bumble. He did the niceties first, the hellos and how ya doins, before sending me a picture. It was a picture of a cream that I discovered upon googling, was meant for genital warts. After sending me the pic, he immediately unmatched me. I wasn’t sure if he was accusing me of giving him the virus or telling me he had it. Either way I was freaked out. I ended up testing clean. Ironically, he contacted me asking to get together about three weeks ago, which I ignored.
So here I sit in pain from having too much sex. Who woulda thunk? Hopefully the antibiotics kick in soon, or I’ve got a feeling with KJ that my ass and mouth are gonna be really sore…..