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[zana16]

I'm late. This, of course, brings up the age-old fear: could I be pregnant? Which I've tried to learn to laugh off, since it is absolutely impossible for me to be pregnant, but the terror of actually maybe having Patrick's child means that I am not in any way rational about the whole situation.

Okay, so I know "the condom broke" is a lame excuse. Unfortunately it's a lame excuse I have lived through. The fact that I should not have been having sex with Patrick notwithstanding. Really, anyone who opens a condom, tears it, and then doesn't tell his partner, when it's too dark for her to see much, really should not be someone I--or anyone--should be sleeping with. We were literally twenty feet away from a gas station; we could have bought more. Arrgh. Moral of the story: do not have sex with coworkers in the back room of a restaurant while stoned? I'm sure this maxim is very much applicable to the world at large; I am glad that so many people will be warned by my example.

*cringe* I know it's been waaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy too long for it to be possible, but just the THOUGHT of having Patrick's child is nightmare-inspiring.