I was riding in a car with another guy when we happened to pass through his old neighborhood. "There!" he exclaimed proudly. "That's where I lost my V card!" I looked where he was pointing. It was a sad-looking public restroom in a city park. Seriously??!! I mean, just thinking about all the disgusting stuff on the floor, walls, and fixtures and all the odors better left unidentified. I'm not saying he should have held out for a restroom in the lobby of the Four Seasons. But at least maybe a Chili's or some other sit-down restaurant where the toilets have seats?
By the way, he was 12 at the time. When I was 12, I:
-Was concerned mainly about my grades and with whom I was going to play Four Square at recess
-Was not too far out of the cootie phase
-Had just been introduced to the term "going out", having been shafted by a buddy for a girl he had started going out with. I didn't understand how they could go out when they couldn't even drive. Yet go out they did, even within the confines of campus. And without any kissing. I believe they may have :gasp: held hands...
-Had not yet attended sex ed and still harbored some...um...interesting (and physically impossible) beliefs on how babies came about
Step by step
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Well, somehow, in the past few weeks, I have gone from being eternally
single and accepting of the fact that I would be a virgin forever, to being
in the p...
9 years ago
