A true story about Joanne & Cheating

Once upon a time, I turned 21 years old. I turned 21 on the Monday of Spring Break. How awesome is that? V & I spent the week out in Chatinika, AK, at a B&B owned by a faculty member. He was not going to be there. For my 21st Birthday a number of people I knew were coming out to party with us. Michelle was part of that group. Moral turpitude was part of that group. My boyfriend of 6 months was not. We were sitting around the table playing drinking games. Well, of course, I got drunk. Apparently because Moral turpitude & his buddy were cheating at them. Not too shocking, though, since that's the goal of any good 21st birthday, complete and total drunkenness. Michelle & I were supposed to be sharing a room that night. The way things actually fell out, this did not happen. Michelle was making out with MT's buddy in the room Moral Turpitude & buddy were supposed to be sharing. Apparently that left 1 place for MT. Yup. My bed. The giantest largest most huge bed I've ever seen. I'm fairly certain it was larger than a California King. We both begin the night at opposite ends of the bed. Quite a bit of coaxing and sweet talking occurs wherein MT is trying to convince me that sex would be great and I'm reminding him that I have a steady boyfriend. I don't cheat. Ever. Coaxing. Reminding. Coaxing. Reminding. The gap between us has steadily decreased until there really isn't one. He claims boyfriend is cheating. That may be I say, but that doesn't mean I will. He's coaxing, I'm weakening and then he says it. The phrase that still mortifies me. It is supposed to be a come on but it did the opposite for me. I laughed. I rolled off the motherfucking bed laughing and had to go to the bathroom I had to pee so bad because of the laughter. I came out of the bathroom and there was a giant amount of space between us again. Ten years later, Michelle & V (who have both heard the story) still torment me with it and an accompanying hand gesture to remind me. I still blush when either one does it. And yes, I'm going to leave you hanging on what the phrase was because 10 years later, I still can't type it.