She had herpes. I didn't even know what to say after she dropped that bomb on me. It was incredibly awkward to say the least. Thank God I found out while we were fully clothed in my living room.
Before Mish came over I had decided that everything would stay above the belt if anything was gonna go down. We didn't even get to swap saliva. She got free liquor from my stash and I received an odd confession in return. It was a great deal for her. The guy in me wanted to kick her out, but the humanitarian decided to listen.
Mish seemed to be really troubled. Through tears Mish told me about how she contracted the disease. She graduated from a top-tier Liberal Arts college in the area. As a college junior she was messing around with different guys unprotected and one of them passed it on to her. She had an idea of who the charitable donor was but never confronted him about it. She just wanted the problem to go away. Mish's bigger concern was that she had just passed it on to an unsuspecting guy she met at the club.
Me: If y'all had sex once, maybe he didn't get it. Has he called you to say anything?
Mish: No. He hasn't called.
Me: Are you gonna tell him you have it?
Mish: I mean, I have to. I don't even know how to say it, though.
Me: Well, it was just one time, right?
Mish: Actually more than that. I'm so horrible!! He's such a good guy too. A lot of people know him and stuff. He's very involved in the community.
As she continued to talk, it became clear who the guy was. He was a fellow basketball coach in town who was twice her age...
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