September 24th, 2009
Melanie, 17, France
I've been told that I "smell" down there. An ex-boyfriend told me this. Then he dumped me several weeks later. I was horrified and embarrassed, as you can imagine. Though maybe he was just trying to make me feel bad. I stopped letting boys touch me because I was afraid they'd think I was a skunk or something.
It really stung. How unsensitive can you be? I mean, I never told him how HE smelled. When I went to the gynecologist, I told her about my worries. She checked. But there was no infection or something. She told me that everyone smells different, not bad necessarily. After a while, if you love someone, you would love how they smelled too. So probably my ex and I never really loved each other, after all.
September 23rd, 2009
Jeroen, 20, Netherlands
Not worth it
At a friend's birthday party, I got completely sloshed and drank way too much alcohol. My girlfriend was out of town that weekend and…I took the opportunity to flirt some with the girls around me. I swear I had no intention of hooking up, just to have fun.
A girl I used to have a crush on started coming onto me hard that night. We were just fooling around, and one thing led to another, I guess. There was some oral contact. Now my girlfriend says she's finally ready to have sex with me. I feel like hell. I don't know whether I should tell her about the hook up (she definitely won't want to have sex with me then) or if I should just keep it my secret? Worse, she wants to get tested and I'm afraid I might have gotten something from this girl...I've never hooked up with anyone else.
September 23rd, 2009
Jenn, 19, USA
Late period nightmare
My period was late. Hell! I can't tell you how many times I googled "pregnancy symptoms" and "early pregnancy". I stayed up all night to make sure that the areolas around my nipples hadn't darkened. My stomach hurt. I wondered whether I was pregnant, or just so stressed out. The thing is, I had slipped up and had a one-night stand with an older guy. Neither of us used protection. I was freaking out.
You see lots of things disappear -- friends, partying, university, future careers like mine to be a fashion designer -- but the worst for me was imagining my father's reaction. He would hate me. No really, I mean, HATE me.
You probably already know the end of this story, but I lucked out and wasn't pregnant after all. It was just a typical, late period. I swear, I'm not leaving things to chance anymore. That`s just not worth it.