The Goldfish's Logbook

We went to Cat's birthday party this weekend. It was the first time Jane would meet my friends. I was pretty excited; I really wanted to show-off/introduce her to all of them. We overslept our nap and ended up about thirty minutes late as a result. Unfortunately the restaurant hadn't allocated enough space for our party reservation so when we got there we had to cram onto the end of the table away from all my friends. We had to make small-talk with Cat's work friends instead. The restaurant was an all-you-can-eat grill-your-own-meat place but we had to piggyback on someone else's grill to get food. I'd really wanted a chance to introduce Jane to my friends and let them get to know her, so I was really disappointed with the situation. Jane had expressed her disinclination about attended the karaoke after-party so I assumed we'd be going home immediately after dinner. But Jane was very observant and considerate when she realized that we hadn't had a chance to mingle with my friends and said that she'd be willing to go to karaoke.
I was quite pleased that Jane was so understanding. I frankly didn't care about the karaoke but I REALLY wanted my friends to get to know this cool girl I was with. Some of my more cunning friends smuggled their own booze into the karaoke bar (like Amanda) rather than pay for the ridiculously overpriced drinks (like me). I would've brought booze if I'd known we were going to karaoke. Although Jane had often warned that she needed to be seriously drunk to perform karaoke, once Sia came on, she joined in on the fun and didn't look back. I was really happy to be there with her and see her enjoying herself.
Karaoke didn't lend itself well to conversation so we didn't really accomplish my goal of introducing Jane to everyone. But at least everyone saw her face so she's more familiar to them at least.

The next morning we had sex. This time we finished up with Jane on top. It felt especially . . . amazing towards the end. I came, she came. Afterwards, I thought I might have broken through the condom. All I could see was a lot of prophylactic bunched up at the base of my shaft. After inspection I realized that the condom had been drawn so tightly against my penis as to be virtually invisible. That also meant that any semen had been pumped out as well. Some seemed to be on me, some seemed to be on Jane . . . the big question was, "Was there any IN Jane?" That prompted a long, dour (?) talk about what we should do. My reflex answer was Plan B, as it was the only way to be certain. Jane was understandably reluctant about the side effects of Plan B but I couldn't help but wonder if her pro-motherhood stance might've contributed to her reluctance. Even though we thought there was a good chance that my semen was on the outside and thus, nothing to worry about, Jane didn't want the onus (?) of an accidental pregnancy falling squarely at her feet because she chose not to take a single pill.
So we went to the drug store, got Plan B, and took it. Although the box warned of three potential days of unpleasant side effects, Jane experienced only very mild effects. She attributed it to her tendency NOT to experience side effects from all of her prescription medicines. So although it was an unexpected turn of events, things turned out as well as we could've hoped.

( cut for unimportant argument )

What I'd really wanted to post about was what came out of our last face-to-face discussion. Liz conceded that I have the need and right to privately confide in friends and seek their advice, as she does. Half of the offense of my sex post, she said, was that I "aired our dirty laundry in front of the whole world," with strangers rather than in a discreet manner with friends. The second half of the offense was that I'd only shared one part of my side of the story. She said that if I was going to confide in people, she would prefer that I share _everything_ rather than just one small snippet that portrays her in a bad light. I heard maturity and wisdom in those two statements, so I took them to heart.
If you can read this post, it means I trust and respect your opinion and discretion concerning the messy inner workings of my personal life. Still, I realize that some people would prefer not to know. If that's the case, please comment and I will remove you from this new filter.
I've been considering Liz's second point. I have plenty of relevant archived LJ posts that would explain how the two of us got to where we are today to anyone with patience enough to read them. Though part of me wants to take Liz at her word, I can't quite shake the nagging doubt that somehow, it might turn out to be a bad idea. As much as I'm desperate for any advice or information that might improve the situation, I'm more desperate to avoid worsening it.
I don't know.