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list is stuff that he would like to
do with other people.
    So I took his kissing
in the rain virginity.  Although it was really his kissing in the shower
virginity, I told him that I would officially pop his cherry the next time that
it rained.  He seemed to like that idea, so I must have been pretty good in
conveying that I was starting to have feelings for him.  I can’t tell for sure.
    When we got home, there
was the question as to who should get in the shower first.  He was going to be
a gentleman and let me go first.  I was going to be my typically slutty self
and suggested that we should shower together again, except without clothes this
time.
    And he was nice about
turning me down.  He made sure that he was rejecting the idea and not actually
rejecting me.  He did it in such a way that I didn’t feel like a slut, which I
have been having problems with lately.
    I’m going to have to
remember that Jack just came out of a very long relationship.  Having sex with
a girl that he isn’t actually dating probably isn’t high on his list of
priorities right now.  Plus I have to be careful not to come off too strong in
my feelings for him.
    Anyway, we showered
separately.  Afterwards, we just hung out on the sofa watching TV.  We did more
talking than anything else.  My guilty conscience got the better of me, and I
asked him if he thought I was a slut.
    The wisdom of asking a
guy that you are interested in if he thinks you’re a slut is probably not a
good thing.  I just wanted to get it out there for us to discuss.  And in one
of the more stupid things I have ever done with a guy, I ended up discussing
almost my entire sexual history with him.
    It was easy to do. 
Jack just held me, listened to me, and didn’t judge me.  I just wish I knew
what he was thinking or feeling.  It is making being in love with him hard for
me.  I don’t want to ruin this, but I don’t exactly know how to have a
relationship with a guy that isn’t ready for a relationship yet.

The Reasonable Woman Standard
    By
    Jack Webber
    T here are times in your
life when the various sectors of your life come together to teach you important
life lessons.  This happened to me the other day at work as I was taking sexual
harassment training.  With a large portion of the sexual harassment taking
place against women, the courts have decided to have a “reasonable woman
standard” where a reasonable woman would determine whether something would be
harassment or not.
    Not to be offensive,
but I have never found women to be very reasonable.  This past weekend, I went
to a party that I didn’t really want to go to.  I knew that I would be running
into an ex-girlfriend that is currently dating my ex-best friend. 
    My date for the evening
was a girl that knew everybody was going to be watching us as a couple, even
though we aren’t a real couple.  Everybody knew that we weren’t a real couple,
and yet we still went to the party with the intent of putting on the greatest
show on the earth.
    A reasonable woman
would have known that this would have turned out badly, which it did if you
consider locking yourself in the bathroom and crying a bad thing.  I think most
reasonable women would define that as a disaster of the original plan of going
to a party to make your ex jealous.
    Of course, the
reasonable man standard is not much better.  I agreed to go to this predestined
debacle with the full knowledge that it was going to be horrific.  The
difference between the reasonable man and the reasonable woman is that the
reasonable man will agree to something that he knows he shouldn’t do because a
woman wants him to do it.
    My reasons for going
were that she wanted me to go, and I wanted to make her happy.  Despite my
objections and fears of impending doom, a reasonable man decided to just go
with it.  This was not done so that later I could say, “I told you so.”  My
being right never entered into the equation.  Somehow spending