The Taste Test

It was in college that I tried.
It was there that I met the man who would later propose to me-the man I reminded myself again that I loved.
It was there that I was told I needed to experiment-not by Matt, though he wouldn't have complained-but by everyone.
My parents, my friends, and even my lecturers were adamant that I was too hard on myself.
I was young.
I needed to get out there.
I had to live a little.
The question I had to ask myself was, how do I live a little?
What did that mean?
Did I need to do something specific to meet this idea of living?
That was when Matt, unaware of my inner turmoil, asked me if I would ever have a threesome.
A threesome.
The solution to all my problems. That seemed like living a little, getting out there, being adventurous. So, I shrugged and we brushed it off, never bringing it up again, but Matt didn't know that after that, I began actively looking for a woman.