One day, he suddenly wanted to talk about us. He wanted to clear everything. He told me to ask him anything. I asked him about the Viagra pills. He said that he had had problems about that so he had been trying different treatments. In some way, Andre is the first man that I slept with so I couldn’t really tell whether he had a problem or not. (You will know what I mean by “in some way”in the future.) I told him that I did not see any problem with him. He seemed a little happy but he tried not to show it. He said that he was glad to hear me saying that, but he did have problems. He started explaining about his“problem”and the treatments that he had tried. I blushed and told him to stop because I was shy to discuss about sex. He insisted that I had to know. He told me that I was the first person whom he ever told, other than his mother and his doctor, and that I needed to know if I wanted to be with him. He said that none of the treatments worked for him so it was also impossible for him to sleep around.

Well, I didn’t know whether his “problem”was real or not, but I knew that the last conclusion was B.S. If he could slept with me, of course he could sleep with someone else. The “problem”is not a problem at all. I did not argue with him about it because I knew that arguing with him on something he denied was just a waste of time.

Then I questioned him about all the dating service and the marriage agency. He said that he was not looking for lovers or something like that. He said that he was just looking for friends. I seriously doubted that. No one pays just to make friends, and you don’t need to use those services for simple friendship. I couldn’t help argue with him because this bull-shit was too much. Anyone with common sense can tell that it was crab. He asked me what I wanted, and I told him that he could prove it by deleting all his profiles, canceling all his memberships, and sending out e-mails to tell all his net friends that he was engaged. We did it together. He let me typed the e-mail to send. Ok, that move won some of my trust back.

I wanted to tell him that I found the things he hid, but I decided not to tell. If he decided to hid it from me, if he decided to lie, would my word make a difference? He would only point his finger at me anyway. I would just watch.

It seemed that some things were worked out and some weren’t. I thought that I would give him some more time to change because maybe he was just too stubborn to admit his faults even if he wanted to change. I tried to keep peace between and just to enjoy the time with him.

(To be continued...)