Sexcapade: Peppermint tea doesn’t cure everything

Back in my wild crazy days, I matched with this guy on Tinder (for a hookup, obvs). He let me know that he and his girlfriend were in an open relationship (even sent a saucy video of them for proof). Being a stupid 18-year-old, that piqued my interest. So, we agreed to… meet up.  

The girlfriend was at work. But he said she might come over and join in on the festivities later. So, he and I got started on the festivities. It comes and goes (no pun intended) and no girlfriend comes, which was fine. But the issue is I bled all over their sheets. Like, all layers of the sheets were fucked and needed a wash.  

The dude offered me a tea in the name of ‘aftercare’. I said yes and as he was making the tea, the girlfriend came home. I had to embarrassingly confess that I bled all over her bedsheets over a cup of peppermint tea. She assured me it was fine but something about it felt so wrong and I felt so guilty.  

I went home and swore to never be in that situation again, even though I did nothing wrong. They would go on to message me to come over a few times after until I blocked them. A few years on, I sometimes wonder if they’re still a couple and how many more times since then they’ve had to clean someone else’s fluids off their bedsheets.