I read a post about a young woman drooling, whose boyfriend complained about it and it has prompted me to share my own story on the subject.
I began to drool years ago as a child and I never stopped.
Years ago, a doctor asked me out. I said we should be friends for a while first and he agreed. One day, we slept over after his birthday party. Everyone slept in the living room after watching movies, playing games and eating. I was tired, so I slept like a log. That night, for the first time in a long while, I drooled. Since I had pushed away my pillow, the floor was wet with my spit.
Around 2 a.m., they were all awake and chatting about their profession (they are all his colleagues, males and females). The lights were on and the living room, fully lit. I don’t know what woke me but when I realized I was soaked, I pretended I was still asleep. I lay there for hours. Shame is too light a word I don’t want to use it. I felt like the ground should open and swallow me. I felt like something deadly should happen to me so everyone could switch from irritation to sympathy.
They were chatting and having a nice time and though they all saw me, they said nothing. I lay still for hours. I was pained and sad. I mean, it just had to happen there with ladies present and I know how ladies can be. I had already been introduced as the lawyer friend and they seemed to respect me. That act alone made me feel I’d lost all their regards. I decided to save myself and the guy future embarrassment by ending everything we had.
So at 5 a.m, when everyone had gone, I got up and sneaked out of the house. He was supposed to take me home but I walked till I saw a cab. I stopped picking his calls, I avoided his messages and blocked him on my social media because I felt I did not want his pity. I developed a low self esteem and I felt nobody would want me.
I’m beautiful and intelligent but did not sleep over at anyone’s house after that. The guy called and called and called. I avoided every place I knew I could run into him. All my maturity left me because I was ashamed of myself.
Years later, we met and he was still so kind and collected. He insisted on getting my new numbers and I gave him. Though I still avoided talking to or chatting with him, I began to loosen up. We ran into each other more often without any feeling of embarrassment. We became friends again.
He asked me again last year to date him and I refused for so long but now I’m really glad I finally said yes. I bought this anti drooling material on Jumia and it helped me a lot. I still don’t sleep over but he’s asked me to. He has never mentioned the fact that I drooled.
He’s funny, friendly and appreciative. I can’t be sad around him. I don’t know if this is a forever thing and I don’t care. Whether this takes us forever or not, I am happy and I am taking it one day at a time with this person who loves me so much with all my flaws.