Pregnancy jitters

I read agony aunt columns whenever I come across them as I am curious to see what problems people are facing. There's one that keeps popping up every now and then - some young girl who fears she's pregnant due to unprotected sex.

Although many people will scoff at the girl's plight and say serves you right for having sex in the first place (in most cases the girl is unmarried or having an affair), I sometimes sympathise with them.

Because I once went through that same fear.

I had a one-week stand, which I usually don't do - I'm not really in favour of "hit-and-runs" - but I made an exception in this case. I'd known him for some time but the relationship turned sexual only after a few months. In fact, I use the term sexual loosely because really, there wasn't much sex at all.

He wined and dined me, and then tried to get me to go to bed with him. Initially I refused to go all the way because something in the back of my mind (with hindsight it was probably just plain old common sense) told me to be careful. But he kept persisting and eventually we ended up in bed. I had not planned to go all the way (especially since there were no condoms available) but this guy was smooth and before I knew it, it had happened. He was inside and I shrieked and kicked him off. He did not get in a huff and leave, as I had thought he would. Unexpectedly, he actually apologised and held me till we both fell asleep. I thought maybe it was an accident and he really was a decent fellow. Unfortunately this was a true blue jantan.

The next morning he showered and left. After that communication was sporadic at best. He would call whenever he was horny and wanted some company. We met up a couple more times but I never let it get that far again. And after a week I said enough was enough and brought the relationship back to the platonic level. We still talk occasionally but never bring up the "incident".

Anyway, my period, which was due a couple of weeks later, was late. I am very regular so this concerned me. Three days, five, then 10 passed without any sign of that monthly occurrence. I started to get worried and tried to remember if the guy had actually ejaculated. It hadn't seemed like it at that time, but then again, from reading all those agony aunt columns, I've learned that even the smallest amount can get you pregnant if the timing is right.

I started cursing him mentally. It hit me all of a sudden - if I was pregnant, how was I going to explain it to the world? Would the guy take responsibility? What if I had to go through it all alone? I was filled with all these thoughts and worries.

I scolded myself over and over again for being so careless. I confided in a close friend of mine who also scolded me over and over again. "Bodoh!" she kept repeating. After venting, she calmed down and we went to a pharmacy to buy a pregnancy kit. I bought the most expensive one I could find, needing to be absolutely sure that the results were correct. If it was positive, I would probably have a nervous breakdown, then find a good gynae. I hadn't decided anything beyond that.

I took the test and waited.

And prayed.

It turned out negative and I was so relieved that I actually cried. My period came 2 hours later, confirming my non-pregnant state.

And so now when I read about similar cases in the agony aunt columns, I can sympathise. However, I must say here that I do not condone sex with or between minors, so adik-adik, if you are below the age of 18 (in fact I'd say 21 to be on the safe side), do not engage in such behaviour. You're not ready to deal with the consequences!

And for the rest, please use a condom if you don't want accidents!

Till next time, this is Kucing Gatal signing out with a relieved Meow.