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The Wanted, Unwanted Pregnancy I Had at Nineteen
It was the most fucked up thing I have ever done.
It starts with Nick
He was four years older than me. I was seventeen when we met. Our core bond was that we both had dead fathers and did not want to participate in society. We both sought freedom…particularly a beachy life of no responsibility.
Nick and I were inseparable.
We loved the ocean, music, film, and literature. We watched and analyzed The Breakfast Club and Gone With the Wind. Nick bought out the side of me that I was neglecting…my intellect.
I enjoyed the beach while Nick windsurfed. We hired out small catamarans and sailed them.
Nick was stunningly attractive with a Greek adonis body and blond ringlets. He would wear a trench coat in winter… Queensland winter. It was more a fashion statement than a necessity. He had the presence of Michael Hutchinson; the sexiest man in the world at the time.
I was in love but I didn’t tell him this. To him, I was a friend. I do wonder about male-female friendships when both are single. There is a grey area at some stage. But Nick never pursued me romantically. That was clear but I was forever hopeful.
