Someone asked. As mentioned in the blog, my old friend ‘Jared’ knew, sort of. He was the type of guy who would try a different adventure in every country he visited. Or, the guy who would have acquaintances that would be able to find anything from weed, to smuggled pistachios and everything in between. I never really told him all about my sugar escapades, he just knew that I dabbled in it every now and then, without knowing any details. My brother also knew as much: I dabbled, on occasion. So you see how secretive all this really was. The various doctors I visited for my regular annual checkups and std testing: it was none of their business to ask anything so I didn’t really care. One guy of course exclaimed ‘Who are you having sex with’. I was shocked he would ask, but in my coolest demeanor I said calmly and professionally ‘Long story’. It really is a veeery long story, lol. In another embarrassing situation I had my annual std test, the doctor was a lady in her late 30’s and part of her routine exam was a hands on inspection of my privates. I am a bit prudish about these things (the last female medical professional to inspect my penis was the school doctor when I was 11) , but I was a sport and dropped my undies and had her take a close look at Mr. Happy. I would have preferred it was a male doctor but what the heck. The things we have to go through….but its all good, its for our health. She asked how old was my partner, and I said: ’20 ma’am’ blushing a bit due to the age difference. And then the other doctor who asked if I am still married. I said ‘Separated’. Then, he too, asked about my ‘partner’ and I said ’21’. He then asked me if she knew how to make lasagna, to which I responded ‘I doubt it’. He also offered some sound medical advice ‘Enjoy her!’
Anyways, back to this secret double life thing. Yeah, no one knows about it except for this blog. The blog, therefore, and the readers who email me, has become a venue in which to vent or discuss, or talk about my little stories. The only person that found out over time, because I told her a whole lot of these stories and the people involved in person while talking about these things, was College. One day I will write another book called ‘My year with College’, in her memory and the closeness of the relationship.