My head killed him

I was in high school and, like a lot of 18-year-olds, I wanted to experience sex. During prom, I ended up flirting with an older guy and dropping some pretty obvious hints that I was interested. He was cautious at first, but after I explained that I was curious and wanted to know what it was like to be with a man, he said he could help. It was my first time giving a blowjob, but I was way more confident than I should’ve been thanks to all the practice I’d done beforehand to the point that I recorded it, not realizing that decision would come back to bite me in the ass about three years later.

Fast forward a few years and I meet this guy on Tinder. We hit it off pretty quick and started going on dates left and right. Eventually, things got serious and we talked getting married. At one point, I mentioned that I still had a few old sex tapes dating all the way back to 18. He told me it didn’t bother him and asked to see some of them, so I pulled one up and the second he saw the guy in the video, he looked at me like I’d grown a second head and said, “You hooked up with my dad?”

I explained that we never actually had sex and that it stopped at the blowjob because prom was ending and people were starting to wander the halls. After a couple of hour the initial shock wore off and he basically shrugged and said it didn’t really matter anymore. I asked what he meant.
That’s when he told me his dad had passed away from prostate cancer about a year earlier.
The relationship didn’t end, but things were definitely awkward for a month or so. Eventually, though things went back to normal and we joke around that my head killed him 😂