Hard Lesson To Learn

One time only. That's what I told myself. But one time was once too many. I woke up beside a guy I didn't know. It was obvious someone had sex with me. Who? I don't know. I got out of bed, got my things, went downstairs, I didn't recognize anything, outside on the sidewalk I didn't know where I was. I walked up the street, I asked a man which way to the train. I managed to get home an hour later, took a shower and then it hit me. What I took I don't know, who had sex with me I don't know, one or more than one I don't know.

It's been five years, I had an STD which fortunately responded to medication. I didn't have AIDS.
My love affair with Chicago ended, I went back home to Akron, enrolled in college and got out in four years. I work for an unknown company in an invisible role. I have not had sex since that night, not even dated.