The Charming French Man - continued...

I returned home and made an appointment to see my Doctor. My Doctor is used to my lifestyle. I first went to see him because I had a huge sexual appetite, nothing like any other woman I knew and I went to him because he rarely prescribed drugs and practiced hypnotherapy. I told him my problem and asked if I was normal. "Ann, I think that that's not a problem at all," he said with a chuckle. "In fact, I wish there were more women like you." He explained that sometimes women coming into their 30's do have excessive hormones and it was nothing to worry about. Getting back to my current visit, He went over my test results and told me that I had Chlamydia. I felt angry and upset. Adam had given it to me because I had only had a routine test a month before and I was clear, and the only person who I had slept with was Adam. The Doctor saw my face. "It's not too bad, you just take a single dose anti-biotic and it's gone by tomorrow," He reassured me. "So, is this one a keeper?" he asked. "Are any of them really keepers?" I replied... "No it's okay, I have his number, he's left town and I will call him and let him know." I asked Jenni to ask her brother who is a pharmacist if chlamydia could be transmitted via oral sex. He said that it could. I was so upset that I may have passed an STI to Jean Paul, so I phoned him. His phone was switched off and went straight to messages and I left a quick voicemail asking him to call me. In the meantime I was talking to Melissa about the situation. Her brow creased when I told her I may have passed chlamydia to Jean Paul. "Uh, Ann, You can't pass chlamydia through oral sex," I looked at her, confused. "Till a few months ago I was a nurse, remember? You should have asked me." I felt a rush of relief. She went home and double checked her textbooks from nursing and texted me confirmation of the good news.... In the meantime, Jean Paul called and left me a voice message... I must have listened to it 5 times. I couldn't understand a word of his french accent. "I think he's rejecting me," I told Emma after listening to what sounded like gibberish again. "Wait, let me listen," She replied, taking my phone from me. "Hmmm, no, he said he thinks you're beautiful, and he will call you on Monday because he's been working all weekend." I listened to the message again. "Oh my God, I don't know how you understood that, but that's great." He left a text message on Monday and I picked him up from his place to get some dinner. We decided on Japanese food and he wanted take away because he was tired and wanted to go back to my house (??? tired??). Anyway, We went to my room and I nearly attacked him with relief after the whole STI episode (it was gone now - I took the anitbiotics a few days before). "So, do you want to eat the sushi first, or me?" He whispered. "No, you.. Just you" I said, pushing him onto my bed. I dropped him back to his house much later, with a broad smile across his face. He promised to call on his next day off and he kissed me goodbye with his beautifully shaped lips.
A week had passed and I had not received a call... I was walking through the mall where the business I work for is based and I thought I could see him as I approached the doors of a pharmacy. I crinkled my brow as I looked. It WAS him, on a day off too... and NO phonecall! We looked at eachother and looked away. He looked away first!!
I was so mad! I discussed it with Emma later. "Men are jerks! I swallowed.... I let him put it up my butt!! Cum tastes terrible, he should be honoured that I swallowed! Any man should be honoured if a woman swallows!"
Emma's face flushed and she giggled.
I am over it now, but to not even rate a smile or a hello is really disappointing... Oh well, I moved on fairly quickly with Andrew...
I will tell you about him next time.
Ann xx