So I met this girl about 2 weeks ago and we started texting. She was seeing another guy, but it wasn't serious yet(they hadn't gotten horizontal) so I figured it was ok to talk to her. We had only hung out once and nothing more than some making out went on.
So I talked to her today and she said broke it off with the other guy and I was a happy camper. She then told me that they had gotten together last week and after dinner and drinks went back to her place and did the
. I figure, ok cool, she's being honest, not my first sloppy seconds. Then she tells me about the encounter...
So they get done doing what they're doing and he pops out of bed and says "I have to go to the car and get my inhaler". A few seconds later and he's peeling out of her place. A few days later and she has chlamydia.
I'm not a heartless bastard, but that was the last time I'll be talking to her. Thank god nothing happened with us, I'm not sure if she had it at that point or not as I'm unsure of the timeline and unwilling to talk to her again to ask. I dodged a bullet though, and figured I'd share the story of the chlamydia bandit.