My Manic Phase Embarrassing Story
I sat huddled on the corner of my bed, listening and humming along to the soft rock music from my ear phones. I loved the new collection my boyfriend had gotten me, and I couldn’t get enough of it. We had just met six weeks ago, and everything about him seemed right.
I had gone through my fair share of dating the wrong guys, from the one who physically and verbally abused me, yet I stay for some unknown reasons, until he held my by my hair and threatened to throw me from the fourth floor window of his house, and then there was the one who used me financially and emotionally, and eventually dumped me without any explanation. Maybe he was just tired of the many maniac episodes that I got from my bipolar disorder.
Anyway, so I eventually had a great guy who got me, and who shared the same choice of music with me. From the first time we met, we hit it right on. there was something about him that lacked in the others I had dated before. Maybe it was the way he always wanted to talk, and the way he listened attentively as I droned on and about things that mattered to me.
“Hey beauty…”, he texted me as I was listening to music. I texted back by giving him details of how my day was coming along, and thanking him again for the music collection.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
I had just gotten off a long soothing shower, so when I told him, he sent me a smiley and asked for a photo.
I don’t know if I was flattered or scared. I mean, I had just known him for six weeks, and he was already asking for my photo. Before i could respond, another text came through and it read:
“Are you scared? I have seen you naked before, remember? I miss you so much, send me a photo…”
Somehow, the text made me nostalgic and I smiled. It sounded like a good dare. I mean, I had never taken any nude photo before, and having him beg me for one gave me a sudden thrill.
I increased the volume of my music and felt motivated. So, I carefully unwrapped the towel I had around my body and let it slide down. I slathered moisturizer all over my body while dancing to the tune of my music. I was in my own world where fear and care was unheard of and did not exist.
A few moments later, I was standing stark naked in front of the mirror, snapping photos as if my life depended on it. I made faces, stuck out my tongue, did the peace sign, spread open my legs and kept snapping.
Excitement surged through me and I couldn’t stop. It was as if a new being had replaced me. Then I furiously clicked the send photo, wit all the raw images of myself.
I breathed in and out, and waited a few minuted before I texted him —
“Hey, did you like the photos?” I asked.
I got no response. The more I waited, the more worried I got.
“What did I do….what did I just do?” I kept muttering to myself while I crowded his inbox with messages begging him to text me back.
Well, he eventually did, and told me that his phone’s battery had gone low and he was charging it. Then he reminded me that I need to ensure that I take my medication because he was definitely kidding about the nude photos, and was surprised that I actually sent them.
I knew for sure that he was right….. and the other thing I knew, was that he was a keeper!