Welcome to the fourth story about the men in my pants, oops!… ahem…past.
Sassy’s Past Part 2: Pop Goes My Cherry
Sassy’s Past Part 3: The Trio
I felt sorry for him and invited him home for a July 4th barbecue at my house. So our first “date” was with my entire family including my grandfather! He sat down in the living room, and our kittens, who usually hid under the couch, came out, crawled up his legs and sat on his lap. I thought they were a good judge of character! I walked him to his car. He thanked me and shook my hand. Then he grabbed me. And kissed me. And groped me. He was very forceful. I told him I wasn’t interested.
When I went south to visit relatives at the end of the summer, he started calling there. He was so sweet. I told him he’d hurt me physically, and he was surprised and chagrinned and sorry. He promised to be very gentle from then on. And to give me time. He was a man of his word. He drove down to see me! And convinced my parents to let him drive me home. He took me to meet his grandparents on the way home, left me alone in the guest bedroom. But I mostly resolved to go back to college and ditch him.
When I left, he kept hanging out with my family. They loved him and asked him to move in with them! So when I went home, there he was. Being kind to me. Going trick-or-treating with my little sister. I gave in and loved him, too. He moved away, and I visited him now and then at his new place in another state.
He’s on Facebook, with just enough info public that I know he’s alive and well and living his dream. So I have no urge to contact him.
Stay tuned for Sassy’s Past Part 5: Same Time, Next Year