We want to do it again

We want to do it again
A short story
By David Alberto Muñoz

Don’t you think life would be different if you guys could get pregnant?  I mean that!  I bet the entire sexual life of the United States of America, better yet, of the world, would change 100%. Guys don’t understand that in any relationship we have more to lose than you do. And well, we call it a relationship, you just might call it: “getting laid.” 

Yes, I am not trying to be the victim here. I know you are going to try to make me feel guilty about what I did, and place all the blame on me. That is what you usually do anyway. But look, I don’t believe you could carry a living entity inside your body for nine months. Then, go to the pain of having it and spend the rest of your life dealing with it.

Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth it. The sex, I mean!  If only there could be 50% possibilities of you guys getting pregnant, you would all be more careful.  Please!  Don’t tell me you would not think twice about it. Right now you don’t even entertain the notion of having a baby. Even the expression is ridiculous: “Having a baby.”   We are the ones that actually have it. And it is not an “it.”  No, it is a real human life.

You see, the problem is when we do it, we let ourselves go. Nothing matters at that moment. You haven’t notice that?  Yes, we don’t think about it. The flesh takes full control of us and that it precisely what you like. The touching, moaning, fingering, that sensation of felling you inside myself, mmm…and I have to say, I like it too! The problem is when we discovered that because of a few minutes of pleasure, we will bring a baby into the world, and that it will take all of our attention and most of our money if not all, we fell a little bit overwhelm.

You never think about that.  All you want is the few seconds of an orgasm because somehow that makes you feel like a real man. Please!  It takes a lot more to really be a man. Most of you don’t understand that.

Sometimes we make the decision of not having it, and then, it is when you guys raised hell and screamed and say: “It is my baby why didn’t you tell me?”  Bla…bla…bla…

I tried to tell you from the moment I knew but you didn’t listen. No, you did not pay any attention to me. It was almost as if you wanted to ignore me. It is incredible how you can pretend it didn’t happen; once you know there is a baby on the way, your attitude changes. 

You didn’t treat me that way when you wanted me to take my pants down. Did you?  No, you were bringing me down the stars and heaven itself. You males are so predictable…all you wanted was to feel my nude body, naked, and wet, and to introduce your weapon inside of me pretending you love me...That’s it... 

We want to be loved. You guys don’t understand that. The sex is secondary. And please, I am not saying we don’t like it; we can have as much pleasure as you do perhaps even more, but…you just don’t understand. You never take enough time to please me, you do it fast, quick, like someone is after you, and the moment you come, immediately, you asked me for a cigarette.

It doesn’t seem fair to me we have to take all the responsibility. It is my body after all…sometime we feel used by you men. 

Why can I have pleasure without the consequences?  And why do I have to call it consequences? 
Oh, then those people who are always judging everybody because they are so perfect and never make a mistake come and tell you: “You are going to go to hell!”  Please!  Being pregnant is hell already!  Have you ever felt sick to your stomach besides having a hangover?  Just imagine having one for nine months!  And it gets worst as time goes by.  Plus, your body begins to change. You don’t feel attractive anymore. You get very emotional and all you can do is eat, eat and eat. And the guy who caused this, is going into a new bush because you are not in the mood anymore.

It is not fair.

Although I have to tell you, once you have the baby everything changes. Yes, it is extremely painful, but the instant they placed your baby on your arms, it all becomes a Cinderella dream. That tiny body came from your womb. The love you feel is so amazing that we are willing even to forgive you for being so stupid.

It is all paradoxical.  Desire, pleasure, regret, guilt, rejection, sickness, pain, lots of pain, and finally, a gift that somehow will remind you for the rest of your life what you did but it doesn’t matter, it is your kid.

I think things would be different if you guys could get pregnant. 

Can you understand why we are so emotional?

No, I didn’t think so.

And the worst part is...we want to do it all again…

​© David Alberto Muñoz