WHO: An ex-boyfriend who shall remain nameless
WHAT: A strange sexual encounter of sorts
WHEN: Basically a hundred years ago, but really Fall of 2007
WHERE: Nevada City, CA
WHY: Because apparently I “loved” him. Oh, past Sarah.
THE ENCOUNTER
So, this one takes place a really long time ago. I was living in San Francisco but had made the decision to move back to Nevada City after a year and a half away. My sister and I were looking for a place to rent, and I took a weekend in early September to drive up and look at a few houses.
My good friend at the time graciously let me stay with her. When I got to her house, she told me an incredible thing: a boy had asked her about me. These things don’t happen to me now, and especially didn’t then. I’m not the girl who gets approached, like ever, so I was tickled. And having just gone through some intensely awful Craigslist dating in San Francisco (see here, here, here, and here), I was ready to meet someone good.
Here’s the hilarious part. She told me he’d seen my MySpace profile and thought I was cute and wanted to meet me.
Yes, this romance began through MySpace. Like, way back before Facebook was a thing outside of colleges. Like, when MySpace was actually a thing.
Yes, I’m old.
So this boy had seen my profile because I had commented on something on her page and they were friends. She told me his name and said we’d all gone to high school together, but I didn’t recognize the name. Our graduating high school class was over 800 students in a school of over 3000 so no surprise there.
She asked if I wanted to meet him and I said yes, sight unseen. I had only ever seriously dated 3 people at that point and those relationships were all with people I was already friends with. I was excited to meet someone I didn’t know.
My friend arranged for us all to meet at the local coffee place (yes, there was only one at the time…tiny town), and she said he was bringing a friend too. The second I walked in the door and saw him, blue eyes sparkling, I grabbed her elbow and whispered, “Yes.”
We got along splendidly. We all rented a movie after coffee and went to my friend’s house to watch. The boy sat close to me. We arranged a second date for the next night, and I didn’t leave his side for the next 4 days. I was supposed to drive back to SF to pack on Sunday, but I dragged the weekend out into Tuesday before reluctantly leaving him and driving back to the bay.
My sister and I moved a week or so later, and the boy and I dated for almost 3 months. It was fast and heavy. We said I love you after 7 days. There are countless stories I could tell about this guy, as that period was one of the most stressful and intense of my life. It was short, but a lot of shit went down both with he and I as well as generally in my life. That three month period takes up a whole chapter in my life book.
But the rest will come later. This story is about one of the weirder things I’ve been a part of in the bedroom.
And don’t worry, it’s not graphic. Or sexy.
So, this guy was slightly off. At the time I found it dreamy, but now I know better. He had serious issues, and I don’t say that lightly or judgmentally. He had very real mental problems, but that wasn’t made clear to me until later. Hindsight and stuff.
He was weird about sex. He told me once that he got tired early and if I wanted to have sex at night I had to ask him before 6pm.
The things you put up with in your very early 20s. Oh past Sarah.
I had had an extremely traumatic event happen to me 2 years previously, and to his credit he did things in his own way to help me deal with it.
This event was one of those things….I think?
We were at his house one night talking about my trauma, and I was getting emotional. We were lying on his bed (clothed, you pervs), and he suddenly asked me to stand up. He told me he wanted to create a “safe space for us to make love in.”
Cringe.
But at the time, swoon.
I’ve always been terrible at dating.
This boy was into Shamanism, and he got out a knife that had either been given to him by a Shaman or blessed by one. Either way, he told me we needed to use it to create our “safe space.”
Luckily, that didn’t involve stabbing or cutting or anything like that, but the fear did flash across my mind.
He had me hold it and he stood behind me with his hands on mine. He had me repeat weird things as we pointed to the four corners of the room with the knife. He wanted to make sure we made the circle big enough to include the bed so it was safe too. So we did.
I realize now how insane that is, but at the time I was enchanted. I thought he was healing me. But the sex inside that circle remained unenchanting and mediocre at best, so maybe I should have seen the signs of his crazy earlier on.