Your virginity.
Do you remember? Remember the date, mood, time?
Thing is, I recently realized I don’t. I mean, I remember who, and the year, and have a vague recollection of it being some time between late winter and spring but…that’s it. All I got. Which would be fine if it were, like 15 years ago, but it’s not. I was 23. That’s only six years ago. Shit, I can remember dinners I had six years ago, but not when I lost my virginity?
Shows you how important I thought that was.
*shrugs*
Oh my god, if I don’t have sex soon, I may snap, and I can not be held responsible for future offenses against tall, bald, blue-eyed cops–or anyone else, for that matter.
i remember the age, person and place. that’s bout it. don’t remember the actual act AT. ALL. How sad is that?!
omg! is right! is there a drought or something! i need some S.TA.T.
I remember the age, date, person and place. Course I ended up marrying the person, which makes it easy. I also remember the act vividly because afterwards I had a mini-freakout as I realized that well, I was not a virgin anymore. Another milestone hit in my life.
Golden: You know? Sigh.
V. Wow, that’s so rare! I’m glad it worked out for you
Now you can be one of the few people who can actually tell their child to abstain without a hint of hipocrisy! How is th BD, BTW?
I cannot imagine how bleak my life would be if I actually ended up with Teh First. He was cute, though.
I remember the person, the location, and the year…but I couldn’t tell you a date to save my life.
My first’s dad told him to dump me “because you know how those small town girls are”…his town had 20,000 people, mine had 10,000!
There’s no way the boy was giving up the BJs though…let alone the sexin’.
I remember it ALL!
I remember the month and year, but not the actual date. Though I could figure it out if given a calendar and a web search. And, I remember all the details. I don’t remember much (terrible memory in general), but that I definitely do.
I remember the location, person but not the exact date. However, if I tried, I could figure it out. I know it was two weeks before my junior prom. I just need to lookup when my junior prom was.
I remember a lot of the details. I also remember that it was a lot different than I thought it would be.
Every. Pathetic. Thrust.
It was all very deliberate on my part. He was darling, and the biggest cock. So wrong for the first one, let me tell you.
But really, I know the date and many of the details because I kept a journal. And growing up without siblings and with a trustworthy mother meant I felt free to write it all down. . . .
I will always remember that first night. My first love. That night, all fo it and her with such fondness for what it started between us. In a way it would be nice to have life a new breathed into my fading memories like divine m’s journals afford her the luxury of and her situation did but then it might be too unsettling. There is no written record of anything for anyone to find of me but for my memories for me to enjoy. This is one I keep safe. Closing my eyes I can see her, I remember the nervous first laughters, her figure, how we felt together in that room. Often times I wish I did it like V and stayed with FS, I wish I didn’t listen to my father like Michelle’s boy might have, I wish I stayed with that small town girl… but then I am glad I stepped out into the rest of the world and have enjoyed all the woman and experiences I have had, the things I have seen and done. From time to time the grape vine that’s roots stretch back far into my histroy will give up a grape whose taste is one that should have been picked long long ago and is bitter sweet with news of her. I will always cherish FS for the eyes she opened in me, yet regret not having taken her hand and brought her with me along the way.
Sid — BD is doing pretty well. She’s a voracious eater, darling and cute as hell. Which makes the 4 a.m. feedings a little easier to take, as well as the sleep dep.
As for me, I just did what felt right for me. I’m not about to jump on the Jessica Simpson “Save your Goodies til you’re married” bandwagon.
I remember the month and year. Mainly because it was three months after I told my parents I was ready to have sex, and promptly, on that very night they took my boyfriend and me to the gynocologist’s office…wait…not any gyno…the doctor that actually delivered me…for birth control.
So yeah, kinda hard to forget. I also remember it wasn’t this big fantasy that I had it my head. It was actually quite accidental. There was some VERY heavy making out when all of a sudden something felt “different:”
Me: “Is it in?”
Him: “I think so.”
And there it was. The end of my…our…virginity, and the beginning of some of the best sex exploration with the kindest, most loving man I ever knew.
I remember month and year. Soundtrack, courtesy of KISS108: “Me So Horny” - 2Live Crew. Classy.
i remember the month, year, the guy, the meal he cooked as step 1 in his seduction plan, the pot we smoked, the music on his stereo (coltrane and then al green - total cliche but it worked worked worked!), the way he smelled, the view out his window, the heavy summer night air, the way he smelled - everything. burned on my memory. some of the best sex ever.
the way he smelled.
jeebus. it’ll never be that fun again.
Ah, Ding, you hit on the one thing that I will never forget! The Way He Smelled.
To this day, Gucci Envy makes me instantly randy. Envy and sex are inextricably linked in my mind. I cannot smell it without thinking of him.
I guess I do hold on to more of those days than I thought. So, thanks for that.