This is from my thread “Pregnancy Scare –YIKES!!!!”
I know you horny guys on this site had some pregnancy scares – so how about sharing this frightening scenario with us and tell us how you felt!
Here is my story…
I was 22 years old and a senior in college, circa 1984. This girl comes all the way from New Jersey and let’s me know she is on her way to my/her hometown. We meet, and she only has one thing on her mind and I have two things in my hands. We’re going at it and then she gets on top and I lose it right there – it wasn’t my longest or prettiest performance but the job gets done.
By the way, I never used condoms until the 1990’s – I know it was crazy, but for some reason I was extremely reckless back then and there was a lesser concern of diseases and AIDS was fresh on the scene.
It was summertime. Fast-forward four months to September. I haven’t seen this chick for a few months – she calls me and asks if she can come over. She is on my sofa and we are talking about nothing important, my room-mate is there and there is small talk and then she leaves.
I find out, her girlfriend/somebody tells me a few days later that this chick is pregnant – I PANIC!!! My heart starts pounding bad and I cannot study because no other thoughts will fit in my head! I start wondering to myself that this is why she came over, but was hesitant to tell me. My buddy starts mentioning that he noticed when she was sitting on the sofa that her stomach was fairly high and was protruding from the waistline of her pants, I told him that I noticed the exact same thing but it never occurred to me that she was pregnant!
I find out that the day I learned about it (a few days after she came over) that she was leaving back to her parents home in New Jersey the next day!! I told her friend that I needed to talk to her and I tried to contact her for a few hours but to no avail!! I was waiting for a phone call but it never came – I slept on the floor right next to the phone for a total of 11 minutes for the entire night. I kept going in and out of consciousness, and I didn’t know if all this was a dream or a reality nightmare!
Early in the morning the phone rings – I picked it up before the first ring left my ears – it was she! I quickly remark...
“I hear you’re pregnant?”
“You were going to leave town and not tell me?”
"Yeah I’m pregnant, but it’s not yours!"
“I was going to tell you when I came over to your place but I didn’t want to worry you.”
““How do you know it's not mine?”
“I am so many months pregnant and we did it after that, so it can’t be yours”…..
So I started to do the math and asked for more details – it was too close to call. I swear I banged her right when she came to town how could her “boyfriend” have gotten her pregnant (I believed he lived in my hometown) or maybe he lived in New Jersey. But I believed I asked that and she said that he lives in my town? I forget – it didn’t make sense – she’s from NJ and she just came to town, if she was pregnant from him before she came here then he must have lived there in NJ. She didn’t tell me about the boyfriend deal!!
“Don’t worry, it is not yours - you don’t have to take care of the baby, my boyfriend already knows, he is fine with it. I’m going back home blah blah blah . “
I’m relieved for the moment, but I am still nervous that I’ll get a call in the upcoming months to tell me a different story and it that it is mine after all – I was fearing it would come out looking like a Puerto Rican Lover without the mustache.
I left it alone, and that was that, I haven’t talked to her in 20 years – I may have a 19 year old child out there right now…maybe it is one of you guys here on this website and he is a desperately hopeless AFC and is seeking guidance in the ways of the world. Heck, I could be advising him right now without even knowing it.
The story is not over…the following summer someone comes running to the car with a picture in their hand and shows me Tammi’s baby. It’s a boy and he looks like a splitting image of a picture in my mother’s family photo album – he looked like my brother (I don’t have a baby pic of me at 5 months old); nonetheless, there is a family resemblance. I tried to hide my shock from my friends, I said, “I think that is how I looked when I was a baby!”
In deep contemplation, I wondered to myself, “I hope I don’t get that dreaded phone call……again”
I always thought that someone might show up at my door any day now and blurt out “hey dad, you up for a DNA test?” At 41, I would see it as a blessing to have a 19 year old child but I would always wonder what his life would have been like under my wing!
At 22, I would have been a nervous wreck to have a child, especially since I was not with this girl for more than one night – she was a high school friend that liked me but I didn’t get the hint until she started writing me letters from New Jersey!
At the age 41, it’s a whole different perspective!
I know some of you DJ’s had some pregnancy scares – so let’s hear them!!!
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