Sometimes we fall into relationships of lust.
Based solely on animal sexual attraction, we don't mince words when we call each other. We're not looking for a Scrabble partner, or a date to the freestyle goat herding exhibition.
While we enjoy these relationships from time to time, we have to realize that fucking for sport is still fucking, and with fucking comes problems.
Emotions boil up.
Hotel towels become crispy.
But worst of all... ... we occasionally mix our caustic ingredients to form infants.
That wasn't supposed to happen, was it? We were just having a good time. We used protection. Shit, we barely even like each other.
Samantha and Tom had been doing the nasty for quite a few months. The relationship wasn't serious, and neither had formed an emotional connection with the other. They pretty much had it down to a science. Exchange some pleasantries about the seasons, share a beverage and perhaps some high-calorie snack items, then tear each other's clothes off and fuck like steroid-fueled meerkats.
Samantha and Tom liked to call their fornification excursions "dirty weekends." After a particularly torrid dirty weekend, Samantha returned home to find something missing.
Namely, her period.
Samantha was pregnant.
Samantha immediately attempted to contact Tom to give him the news, but Tom wasn't answering his phone. "Anything you need to tell me, you can just tell me by email," he said.
So she emailed him. "I'm pregnant."
Tom didn't say much. In fact, Samantha says "he was pretty quiet about the whole thing." Which, of course, left Samantha to do all the talking. Tom may have just wanted to avoid the subject, but Samantha's the one walking around with some bread in the oven.
"I told him I'd take responsibility, be an adult, and didn't believe in abortion, but the rest was up to him."
So Tom stepped up to the plate and did the responsible thing.
He started by blaming Samantha's other lovers. Then he said it was impossible because he always used condoms. Then he attempted to convince Samantha that she had been on her period the last time they were together, so there was no way it was his. Then Tom stepped his game up from responsible to classy.
The devout Catholic began sending Samantha incessant emails about the joys of abortion, followed by additional emails expressing his desire to get laid immediately. He didn't want this stupid little "pregnancy" issue to get in the way of their torrid, hot and baby-forming relationship.
So he completely ignored the fact that she was pregnant. Completely. She asked him over and over to deal with it, and he responded each time by expressing his need to get laid. Finally, Samantha put her foot down.
"I tried to explain to him that since he wasn't willing to discuss or consider any pregnancy related issues then he was free to walk away and I'd cope alone - HOWEVER..we couldn't keep sleeping together. If he wanted to sleep together and continue to see me he'd have to deal with baby questions."
Forced into a corner, Tom responded in a manner which Samantha accurately describes as "wanting his cake and eating it too."
I wasn't expecting an email like that!
Anyway... it is up to you to do what ever you want if you are pregnant.
With regard to your questions, I don't think it is my involvement still as I am pretty sure my sperm can't fertilize anymore. It has happened before. Docs have said that there is a very slim chance to get fertilized with my sperm due to number of reasons.
Do you want anything to do with the pregnancy?
I don't want anyone to get pregnant. If you want to terminate, sure you can.
Do you want any involvement in the kid's life?
No I don't.
Do you want to be on the birth certificate?
No I don't.
No. As it is I have lot of commitments and do not want to be involved in anything.
Hope you are not angry. If you don't want to come to the coast [for the planned dirty weekend] it's OK. I'll leave it up to you. The invitation is there however.
If you would like to have to have some "fun" I am available tomorrow afternoon as I am going to my Mums place tonight. She has baked a cake for us.
As you can see, Samantha's pregnancy weighs heavily on Tom.
But he sure needs some more of that great sex!
1) He has TWINS already to another woman that he does claim. Sounds like his sperm works to me - and what is the "It has happened before" line - are there others out there with kids to him besides the twins?
2) His offer to fly me to the coast for a dirty weekend would mean he's spend close to $500 at least on me in one week - yet he can't think of contributing any money to a child.
3) He still thinks I'd go and sleep with him after telling me to terminate and that he wants no involvement.
4) What the FUCK is that cake reference?
Feel free to leave your anonymous pregnancy stories in the comments.