IT’S NOT YOURS
Today’s contributor has an awkward run-in at the drugstore
My friends and I went out drinking for a bachelorette party. As our rounds were coming to a close, I was chatting up a guy and we really hit it off. He was sexy, funny and my friends seemed to really like him. In my very inebriated state, I decided these were perfect reasons to get physical with this attractive stranger. After a hot make out session, we decided he was coming home with me that night. The details of what happened next are a bit fuzzy — I vaguely remember getting back to my apartment. The next memory I have is of us having missionary-style sex, and then me, waking up alone and naked in my bed.
As I struggled to make my way into work, I tried to piece the night together and realized that I couldn’t remember if we’d used a condom. Paranoia sank in as I tried to dismiss the bad feeling I had in the pit of my stomach. My worry increased as each day passed and I really started to stress when I realized I was two days late for my period. Mortified at the thought of being pregnant by a guy whose name I couldn’t even remember, I dragged myself to a random CVS to buy a pregnancy test. I hastily grabbed a test and proceeded to checkout. When I looked up I recognized the cashier — it was my one-night stand and his name tag said Adam — at least now I knew the name of my potential baby daddy. He immediately recognized me and started to smile until he saw my would-be purchase. I panicked and yelled “It’s Not Yours” as I ran out of the store.
Thankfully, I got my period the next day.
