This is what qualified as almost love:
He comes to meet my drunk ass and takes me to the forgotten housewarming party I’m cohosting with my roommates. Halfway there, I’m too fucked up to stand, collapse on a street corner and attempt to make snow angels in the rain. He waits as I try to drift out of consciousness and I hear him say to a random guy passing, “Hey man, do you have a pixie? Everyone should have a pixie.” I think he’s trying to offer me to the guy because he can be an asshole like that. But antagonizing me (intentional or not) gets me on my feet and we head to my new home.
We have a series of debauch adventures, mostly revolving around his trying to get me to like a girl enough for a threesome.
I know this isn’t love.
And yet, we’ve just had sex and made out in every room of an empty apartment, which feels romantic. Â I’m 19, feeling vulnerable in front of him and my eyes are pleading him to say he loves me.
If he says it, I’ll say it back because I think I need a secure something in my life.
And he’s mostly been there for me.
My hopeful eyes wait for him to say something.
He meets my gaze.
And then:
I’ll pay for your AIDS test.
My BF turned me into a lesbian...in Japan 
Wow.
So damn charming, no?
What did you say to that?
That I can pay for my own damn test 😉
What a weird thing to say.
I mean, why did he think that was an OK thing to say to you? Men!
Well there was a backstory that makes his comment more topical but yeah, kind-of a stupid thing to say regardless.
I’m sure there was, but still… it’s the same as saying, “I’ll pay for your morning-after pill”.
and that could read as really romantic to some Appalachian methheads. Or an infatuated tween.
To an infatuated person inexperienced in love, anything could be read as romantic… “He didn’t flush the toilet, he wants our body bits to mix, he must really love me!”
exactly- he’s so uninhibited, he must feel really comfortable around me and trust me…because he doesn’t flush the fucking toilet. Oh naivete.
These were thoughts that actually ran through my head when I dated my first BF….
It happens most of us. First love, first heartbreak.
Damnn, I think we have all had that situation in our lives when partying, love, and drunkenness is involved!
Indeed…and the morning after has come with many a cringeworthy moment for me. Oh youth.