“I know what you mean. I have done a lot of thinking about what I want my life to be like. I look at you and mom as the gold standard. I want to be as successful and content with my life as you are with yours. I want to share my life with someone as beautiful, smart and strong as mom.”
I honestly thought my dad was going to cry. Either that or he suddenly had something caught in his eye.
“I met a person almost perfect for me, dad. I have never met anyone else as close to perfect as Mags.”
“Or as beautiful…”
“I know dad, I know. She is a babe, no doubt about it. And she is my best friend. Always has been, always will be. I love her with all my heart, unconditionally, and without question. But we are never going to be in love with each other.”
“I guess I must have missed something there, son. You said that Margaret was perfect for….”
“Almost perfect, dad. And our differences would have been insurmountable, pop. Margaret is a lesbian. She has no interest in guys.”
“Oh.”
“Mom and Maggie have forced me to set my standards incredibly high. I know that. But since no other girl in high school was ever going to meet that standard, having sex with one of them seemed to be risking a lot of trouble, like pregnancy or STDs, with no real upside. That was just too much risk for me to take for short term gratification. I am not saving myself for ‘the one’ either but, I will wait as long as it takes to find someone with potential. I just hope I don’t have to wait too much longer.”
My dad let out a huge belly laugh at that and seemed to regain his footing.
“Well, then. I guess your mom was right. You may need my speech, which fortunately for you is short. And I think this goes without saying for you, but it never hurts to make sure. David, don’t ever lie to a young lady just to get into her pants. I think if you are honest and considerate of a lady’s feelings, you will have the opportunity to have many memorable experiences. If you don’t, I think you will be very unhappy with the results.”
“It goes without saying, dad. But thanks for thinking of me.”
“Well, I suppose I had better go eat some crow. I don’t know how your mother knows everything, but I will eventually learn to stop questioning it.”
“Someday soon, pop?”
“Probably not soon enough, David.”
***
“How good is my pre-nup, Maggie?”
“What are you talking abo….. oh, shit.”
“Well, maybe shit. Maybe not. But I think it would be best if you starting looking into it just the same. I imagine that you haven’t looked at it for some time.”
“No, David. I haven’t. Are you certain?”
I turned away from the window I had been staring out of again to face her. She was looking directly into my eyes.
“Do you think you can tell what someone is thinking just by looking into their eyes, Mags?”
“Well, no. Not everyone. Just you, David.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. It only works for me with you and Susan. Until this morning I thought that was one of the coolest things about my life. Now, I am not so certain.”
Maggie tilted her head ever so slightly to take one more look.
“You’re starting all of this because of something you saw in her eyes, David?”
“Yep.”
“OK.”
***
College was everything that I expected it would be, several things I hoped it would be and took my life in a completely different direction than I had planned. Maggie and I spoke on the phone for at least an hour every week. For important events, I sent her a letter or a card. Even 2, 600 miles away she was my best friend.
I loved the east coast and I quickly made a new set of friends with diverse interests. I studied, and partied, and immersed myself in college life with a vengeance. Yep, Harvard was a good fit for me.
On the sexual side, I could write an entire series on my adventures at Harvard. My virginity lasted for all of two and half weeks. Anyway, there were lots of women with potential there and I started my search for a lifelong companion almost immediately. There was hardly ever a weekend without some special event, and I rarely attended any event without a date. By no means was I ‘banging chicks’ every week. But I did have sex frequently, basically every time I was in the mood.
One of my friends with benefits explained to me after our date at the Boston Pops Firework Spectacular that I had developed quite a reputation. I was intrigued and I wanted to hear more.
“David, you make every woman feel unique and special. You never try to be someone you’re not. And you don’t force women to be something they’re not either. And you are fucking hot!” she giggled.
“Want to spend a romantic evening with someone and be treated like a princess? Go see David. Want to see a football game and be treated like one of the guys? David is your man. Have some crazy sexual fantasy that you have to try? Share it with David. No one will ever hear about it from him. Want to let out your inner slut? Make sure it’s David in your bed. When it’s time for that slut to go back into hiding in the morning, your friend David will be the one to kiss her on the cheek and let her know she is beautiful and will be missed. We girls like to talk.”
“I don’t quite know how to respond to that Stacy. It’s very flattering, but I think maybe that has all been a bit more luck than skill. I am not exactly Casanova here.”
“Oh, you have skills all right David. No one ever makes me come like you do,” she blushed. “I just wanted you to know, on behalf of the female student body, that you give us hope that not every gorgeous man is gay or an arrogant prick. And that Mr. Perfect actually exists.”
“Well, thanks Stacy. That is quite the boost to my ego. But… you know I am only interested in one student’s body right now.”
“And that, David, is exactly why I am going to fuck your brains out as soon as we get to my apartment.”
That basically sums up my sexual experiences in college. Finding a willing partner was never a problem. I was upfront and honest with all of my dates. I never spoke out of turn, or shared anyone’s secrets. I treated women with respect and because of that it seemed I could do nothing wrong. I tried everything at least once with a variety of beautiful, smart and destined to be successful women. Oral, anal, role play? Check, check, check. Bondage? Sure, lightly. Threesomes? Twice. Once with twins.
My dream of being a lawyer didn’t fare as well. I dumped that dream, rather rudely, in favor of a new and sexier dream. Well maybe not sexy, but definitely new. Computers. I found out that I preferred problem solving to negotiating, coding to debate and discovering a use for the latest technology to almost anything. I admit I was a bit obsessed with the new love in my life… oh, the possibilities.