June 10, 1985
I was 14, and thought I had started late! As I got older, I found that most people were at least 17 their first time.

My first girlfriend and I spent our long summer afternoons at her place watching soap operas and MTV. Oooh, Madonna, Bananarama (I'd like to rama my banana), and Sheena Easton did nothing to still my raging hormones and feelings of failure for being a 14 year old virgin. Both her parents worked, and she had no at-home brothers and sisters.

We were making out in her parents's bed, and decided to play a game where we would remove pieces of clothing and surprise each other with what we had removed. She finally asked me if I wanted to, and of course I did. She wasn't a 14 year old virgin, being 13 her first time a year before. I just laid there on her not knowing what exactly to do while she repeatedly warned me to not get her pregnant or she would kill me. Nice and romantic, she was.

I was disappointed. I felt very guilty and actually mourned my loss for a few days. Something had changed in my life and things would never be the same again. Not "manly" feelings, I know, but there they were. The guilt didn't last long, of course, and I've been spending the last 20 years doing more research.

Does anyone recognize the significance of June 10, 1985? It's the 50th anniversary of the founding of Alcoholics Anonymous, which I am a member. Quite fitting given the large amount of drunken sex I've had (or tried to have) over the years. But I'm much better now...

Keep "coming" back! It works!
( setimret likes his metaphors mixed, not stirred, Thu 3 Mar 2005, 14:45, Reply)