Embarrassment to Engagement

It’s September 30, 2019. COVID-19 is not yet a worldwide pandemic. Restaurants are open. The days are warm, but getting shorter. Zale (that’s me) is in a long distance, polyamorous relationship with a non-binary girl in Germany. He’s on Grindr, trying to get a good hook up. Someone identifying as non-binary hits him up and asks him out to tacos - it’s a Monday night, a weird day for tacos, but he’s hungry and this person is super pretty. His non-binary girlfriend says go for it - so he does.

That’s the set up for my embarrassing story. I was so, so nervous. Angie was the most beautiful person I’d seen in a while. Her freckles were so adorable, she wore the prettiest shade of orange lipstick, and she had this kind of butch lesbian vibe going on at the time. It really worked for her. She was married, but in an ethically non-monogamous arrangement, and as I stated previously, my girlfriend and I were in a polyamorous relationship.

Dinner didn’t go as planned because the place we were going to go for tacos was closed, so we wound up going for tapas instead. Certainly wasn’t my favorite meal - I would’ve preferred tacos instead - but Angie was so captivating. She commanded the conversation, spilled all the tea about her earlier date that day - and got me to spill my tea about my earlier date that day - and she was all about being efficient. Instead of waiting for the bill like a normal person, she got up and asked for the bill to be printed off and paid for at the bar - something that at the time, embarrassed me, but now I find so endearing.

She says something about going back to her place and just hanging out, or going back to her place and having a little fun. I tell her, shyly, that we can have a little fun. Her wife is out of the house at work, but knows that Angie was bringing home someone to play with. We get to her place, she shows me around a bit, I use the restroom, and then she takes me to her room.

I feel a little weird being in her and her wifes bed, but then she’s kissing me and all of that flies out of my head. She’s a really good kisser, and really takes charge, which I like. I may be a trans guy, but I’m a pillow prince at heart, so this really works for me.

Now, something you need to know about me, and I’ll try not to be too graphic, but I’m a bit of a size king. And I have a bit of a hand kink. And she has wonderfully big hands. Can you see where this is going?

She wasn’t the first I’d taken that way, but she was the first in awhile. I also, apparently, had forgotten that I was due for my little monthly gift. She had a yellow comforter, and because I had forgotten I was due, we didn’t lay anything down. Things got... A little messy. I was absolutely mortified. That yellow comforter was certainly stained red. I don’t think I’ve ever blushed so hard or felt so bad.

I find myself very, very lucky that she was understanding, and even found it amusing. She promised me it wasn’t a big deal and that she’d take it to the laundromat and get it cleaned. We finished up our date and she kept me updated throughout the night as to the state of the comforter. Thankfully, everything came out in the wash.

I didn’t know it at the time, but this non-binary girl would later become one of my best friends (and a fully realized trans girl). Even more than that, she became my primary partner and fiancée. Things fell apart between me and my LDR, and things fell apart between Angie and her wife, and we wound up together in May of 2020. We’ve been living together for almost a year now, and plan on getting married at some point, but we’re in no rush.

Somehow, one of my most embarrassing moments turned into my engagement to the most wonderful girl in the world. We still laugh about what happened, and I’m still mortified, but since she’s basically my wife now, not nearly as much. Lesson learned, I will always put down a towel, just in case. Though perhaps I can seduce more folx into my polycule by bleeding all over their bed sheets… it worked once… just kidding!