Mil met Kevie when we were home this summer. I glanced back and him quickly, wondering if he knew, if he could tell the impact this man made on my life. I had mentioned him once, when we were first dating and talking about past lovers. Or I made a comment on my blog or something. Either way, Mil wasn’t impressed in the story of Kevie all those years before, but he was so upset about it I’m sure he gapped it. He’s pretty good at that.
Kevie is the man I had an affair with for a month or so way back in 1996. My uncle’s best friend, pretty much my dad’s best friend (after, not so much before). He is about 25 years older than me. I find him as attractive today as I did back then. I don’t wet my panties for him anymore but I still remember the man I used to brush against, we’d speak in flirty innuendo, a wink, a giggle, knowing looks, it was pretty hot. (Hey, I had crushes on older men my whole life. Kevie was a good man and I needed to have sex with him.)
But we both grew from our short, intense little affair. I seduced him, if you want to know the truth. He was the first non-teenager I had convinced to sleep with me. My favourite part of the whole affair was when it was over, it was over. We didn’t talk about it after, we didn’t argue or debate or morn. It ran it’s course, he started dating women his age and I went out into the world to try that shit again. It was fun!
Kevie was dick zero. I didn’t lose my virginity to him but it was the first time I didn’t feel awkward or bored or dirty after. It was the first time I felt my vagina had more power than just a place for some guy I barely knew to plug his dick in. I didn’t have to take whoever would bite, I had a lure. I didn’t have to pretend I was awesome by writing strong words and descriptive sentences, I could just make snappy allegories and everyone would think Iwas awesome by default. Like now.
(P.S. I don’t actually know what allegories are or if I used the word in the proper context but I’m awesome so it doesn’t matter.)