I wasn’t one for one night stands and risky sexual behavior. I used to be a “one-love-ever” kind of guy having eyes for one only and you won’t find wandering and my eyes in common place. I used to be very bullish on issues of chastity and faithfulness but now I’m just like sheep straying under the influence of whatever really. You ask what the turning point was? Well, you know how they say that there are exceptions to every life principle, let’s just say I was an exception to the “what you sow you shall reap” principle. let’s just say that I got wild fruits where I expected tender berries, let’s just say that where I expected profit on an investment I got a loss, for my perseverance I got punished, for my patience I got delayed and for being faithful to my love I got unfaithfulness in return. Cheating used to be a distant phenomenon and it happening to me was just not imaginable, but then exceptions will be exceptions. The image of my love pants down, bare and naked with another was the kind of stuff I only saw in movies and even in 3D it was never real. But this though, this was so real I could smell it, the heart rending scent of betrayal all over the room, so real I could hear the pulsating heart beat of passion between these two, so near, it was all within reach of my trembling hands but I couldn’t hold it.
Moving on, life’s been so so. Nothing spectacular, except when I replay the scenes from the night depicted in the previous paragraph precipitating a sudden surge of eclectic emotions within me. To cope I hang out with my hommies more often. Guess my story is one of exceptions really cos even amongst them I was the one – the teetotaler of the gang – they could bank on me to drive their drunken ass home on a Friday night, the priest for their confessions and intercessor for their sins. The guys didn’t have no small laugh about what happened (cos that’s what good friends do). In the same breath of encouragement and comfort they will switch to uncensored banter. They went a step further this time and added advice. Hmmm, the advisor has now become the advised. Anyways this was their conclusion, that the best way to get over it and move on was, well… Sex. Casual sex with no strings attached with a random person and I’ll be fine. Their submission; sex is just another thing of leisure like playing ping pong or watching king Kong. Strangely I considered it a good idea you know. That something that was instrumental to getting me here will help me get out. Strangely it made sense that what my love had with the fellow “cheatee” was more than sex and what I would have would be just sex. Makes sense don’t it.
The guys took finding me a “ping pong partner” as seriously as they took their day jobs and in no time I was hooked up. The night came, it was long, it was fun and it was done and it sure did feel like just sex. Remember how I said earlier that my story is one of exceptions well some more exceptions coming up in a bit.
My ping pong partner suddenly developed a habit of calling more frequently and stuff. Now this wouldn’t be strange under other circumstances but in this case, it is cause it was supposed to be a one night stand and then we all sit down and be humble. Strangely I enjoyed ping pong partner’s (sticking to this name cos this person wasn’t even supposed to be significant as such, in my life at least) company. Well before you could say Jack Robinson it was two dates going on three, we became more acquainted bedmates stressing the sheets, familiarity caused us to throw caution to wind and we removed the coating in between.
I just got a text from ping pong partner and well let’s just say I’m expecting a ping pong baby. And you know what Instead of tears of joy I have a laughter of sorrow and I don’t even need banter. Now let me replay for you words from my truest friend his name is “still small voice”(now this is supposed to be a significant person at least in my life but I’ve ignored him since paragraph one) so here he goes :
Just sex, Hmmm, just enough to bring you heart break. Wouldn’t that mean that this bodily fellowship has heart implications. If it was just sex why wasn’t it easy to just forgive ?
Just sex, how come for emotional healing you seek sensual therapy, wouldn’t that mean that sex is emotionally involving and investing?
Just sex, how come a supposedly act of leisure turns out to be life giving , for life is always poured out into another and sex is well “pouring”. Moreover sex is a union as strong as a white wedding for by sex you truly become one with someone else. Ping pong baby is a testament to this fact for he is the totality of you and ping pong partner all in….you guessed it….. One!
Just sex, haven’t you heard some guys describe their sexual experience as highly spiritual, well this is the gist; if man is spirit sex thus is a mixing of spirits need I say more that sex is truly “highly spiritual”.
The submission of my truest friend – it’s never just sex.