So I'm dating this guy, right? And it was so awesome because I had just come out of an abusive relationship that lasted 2 and a half years. This one however, Adam, I considered my best guy friend for a year and a half before we even started dating. He and I would go on hikes, do P90X in the living room, go on jogs around the block, and go to the Venice boardwalk to enjoy the beach and the crazies. He even helped me move...twice. Everyone knows that's the real marker of a good friend because moving furniture sucks. The point is that we had a strong foundation of mutual respect and I was SO happy with him. We talked about everything and had great communication. I felt like I was breaking my cycle...that I'd finally found my companion and it was HEALTHY.
One day, we were talking about intimacy, and about not using protection anymore. I had been tested just a couple weeks before we started dating, and I was given a clean bill of health. I was the girl who got tested every 6 months even though I used condoms every single time, and even dragged my friends in with me to Planned Parenthood to get tested with me, so I knew I was good.
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