25 going on 15
i never thought this would happen to me - EVER.i am 25 years old, my boyfriend is 30, our families love each other, everything is dandy, and yet...because this is Puerto Rico and because i live with my mother, we have a sleeping over problem.
you see, i've lived alone for 8 years. now i'm back, and through no fault of my own, i have to live with the same people that probably dont want to know i'm having sex.
my friends in new york (ahemtinaahem) probably dont think about this at all.
BUT.
i want to sleep with my man. actually sleep with him. wake up, make breakfast, spend the day lounging.
but NO.
i always end up crawling home after 4am, reeking of sex, with messed-up hair, and looking like a total whore.
this would all be so much easier if i lived alone. or if i didnt feel so uncomfortable with sleeping outside of my mother's home.
but tonight this man i love arrives after being a week away. and i have to pick him up at the airport at 1am.
and because there is a wave of crime in Puerto Rico right now (dueling gangs...whole other story), no one wants me to drive back to my place, alone, super late.
so i guess i owe it to the crime in this island that i get to sleep over tonight.
and i'm really, REALLY looking forward to it.
i think i finally understand why everyone on this island is married by 24. i mean, it's worth it for the sex alone!
posted by Cristina @ 9:03 PM
2 Comments:
sorry, i don't know what you speak of. i always leave or make them leave, unless i'm not actually having sex with you - in which case - you're more than welcome to sleep over.
good thing i checked this shit, i was bout to call your swarthy ass this morning...and you're probably all chained up and shouting i love you's. i think i just lost it.
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