A Passionate Encounter Derailed by a Disturbing Discovery
I was on my bed, deeply engaged in a kiss with an attractive man, when I suddenly froze. My gaze had inadvertently landed on his underwear, discarded on my bedroom floor, and I could not look away. They were a simple pair of gray boxer briefs, lying innocently where I had tossed them after removing them from my date, Liam*. But it was what was on them that filled me with horror: a stain, a line, a skidmark. I fought back a gag as Liam continued kissing my neck, seemingly oblivious.
The Unsettling Realization
Eventually, I tore my eyes from the boxers and met his charming brown eyes and sly smile. It was clear he had no idea—neither about the state of his underwear nor that I had noticed. With a sigh, I resumed kissing him, thinking, 'I guess I am doing this,' as a people-pleaser simply wanting to get laid. This moment marked a low point for me, overshadowing what had started as a promising evening.
From Networking to Nightmare
Earlier that night, I attended a work networking event, not putting much effort into my appearance since I did not plan to take anyone home. My goal was to collect business cards and engage in light chatter about topics like the weather or stock market. That changed when I spotted Liam across the room—a tall man in a well-tailored suit, smiling at me. We exchanged glances over the shoulder of a boring conversationalist, making the event feel less soulless.
I escaped the dull talk and approached him. He ended his conversation immediately, and we introduced ourselves, discussing our jobs while holding glasses of prosecco. The bubbly haze kept our conversation flowing; I admitted I was not at my best, and he charmingly replied that if I looked any better, my beauty would have blinded him. Four proseccos deep, I was won over.
We left the event with plans to go to my place for sex, stopping at a local bar first. Since I lived nearby, I was not surprised to see acquaintances there, who warmly embraced Liam into our group. We continued drinking, and by 11:00 PM, we were dancing on the bar's floor. When Liam disappeared for ten minutes to the bathroom, I thought nothing of it—until we were back at my place, undressing each other, and I saw the skidmark on his boxers.
The Awkward Aftermath
As we lay on my bed, I wondered if the bar had run out of toilet paper or if he simply did not know how to wipe properly. Perhaps he was too drunk to clean himself thoroughly. Even then, I felt I was making excuses for him, and in hindsight, I know I should have stopped the sex. But I proceeded, my body tense from the anguish of being near feces, and I faked an orgasm to end the nightmare quickly—though it did not end as fast as I hoped.
He was too drunk to finish quickly, so we switched positions. While I sat on top, I imagined him smearing lines of it all over my sheets. I faked another orgasm, trying to distract myself from the boxers now in my eyeline. When he finally finished, I jumped off, hoping he would leave, but instead, he kissed me and fell asleep. I stared at his closing eyes, mine wide with horror, as he settled in for the night.
I barely slept, part of me tempted to examine the boxers to confirm the stain was real—it definitely was. The next morning, he left while I slept. I wondered if he saw the mess in the morning light or used my bathroom to clean himself, but I never got answers, as I did not take his number and never saw him again. In a panicked frenzy, I deep-cleaned myself and my sheets, keeping the incident to myself for fear of judgment.
Lessons Learned and Moving Forward
I vowed that if I ever encountered skidmarked boxers again, I would not have sex with the person wearing them. People make mistakes and have accidents—that is totally okay—but I am well within my rights not to want to be near poop. It is a right I never thought I would have to consider during sex, but one I will always exercise in the future. I just hope Liam has since learned to clean himself properly and that no one else has endured similar poo-based fear during intimacy. And to all: learn to wipe.
