THAT post…
Yup. Brace yourself, here it comes: the virginity post!
Now unless my father asks this post is about me losing my virginity. If he asks this is a guest post by some dirty sinner! (Shame on you dirty sinner!)
People who know me are always surprised when the topic of “first times” comes up, and age is thrown on the table.
I was a late bloomer, not as late as other people I know, but to the masses I probably am.
I lost my virginity to “firstguy” when I was 19. There was nothing particular exciting, special or interesting about that evening, except I was 19. It was my birthday.
FACT: This is NOT the reason I dislike celebrating my birthday.
We were in my parent’s basement watching a movie. Braveheart, I only remember the movie cause ‘firstguy’ had a love for watching the same movies over and over again. Braveheart was one of these. I’ve seen that movie far more times then I would like to admit. (Far too many in like a two-year period)
Somewhere between Mel Gibson speaking with a Scottish accent and someone dying we had sex.
That is all I remember. No real detail about what was said or what was done, we just did more than the usual. And at that time more then the usual meant sex.
You always hear about sex hurting, and being painful and all that jazz. I don’t clearly remember that but if my memory serves me correctly I’d like to say that my first time as a girl didn’t hurt, or at least it didn’t cause me pain. But it was uncomfortable.
Kind of like when you tie your shoe too tight. You know that it doesn’t feel right, it’s alittle uncomfortable and it hurts to walk the first few steps, you know you just sense that something you did might not be right. But after that it loosens up and it’s like nothing wrong ever happened.
SIDEBAR: That analogy sounded cleaner in my head.
So there it was I was 19. One year older. I could vote, drink, and I wasn’t a virgin.
‘Firstguy’ was terrible at alot of things. Gifts were one of them, unless you count flowers. That boy bought me more flowers than Kiefer Sutherland buys rounds of shoots.
It was my birthday (and my first time) and all my boyfriend got me was cake, a Mr.Bean teddy-bear, Mel Gibson and a broken hymen.
I too was 19…and very nervous. My girlfriend was so lovely about it. Shame she couldn’t cook.
First times should come with a warning: This will be disappointing. Do not expect good sex until you are WAY further into this game.
why people like you choose to write about their sexual relationships is beyond me! You talk about how great your mother is, but if I was your mother I would be ashamed. Yet as a mother I must say it is at least heart warming that you speak to yours and so fondly of her. Yet you need to see someone besides her where you can talk your issues out.
Hey look how Jilly-bean came back after she made it very clear she wouldn’t! I have to agree with BonBon! Schools should start teaching that in sex ed. Chapter 3: move ahead to chapter 4 because chapter 3 is going to suck!
you my dear! Thanks for sharing, it was a great read as per usual!
I was a late hymen looser too. I was almost 19 and had been dating the poor guy for almost a year! Can you imagine. That poor, poor man.
Thanks for the laugh, I don’t care what that jilly-bean says, I thought it was most enjoyable.
//a Mr.Bean teddy-bear//
You may yet have the last laugh. No way that isn’t a collector’s item now.
Fishy — Shame indeed!
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Bubbles von BonBon — Pass Go, but do not collect the $200.
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Jilly-Bean– It makes me happy when you decided to come back.
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Josh — Chapter 3 might have a few good pointers to share though.
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Peterfrank — thanks for the comment as per usual.
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Summer — I dated ‘firstguy’ for over 2 years before the above happened. I’d say I feel bad, but I don’t. Happy to make it enjoyable.
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Ken– I never even thought of that, maybe I should ebay it!
Yours was about like mine. I was with my future ex-husband. He was a terrible gift-giver, too. We were both 17 and watching bad horror movies. It was just “more than usual,” which meant sex.
People make too big a deal out of losing one’s virginity… While others talk wistfully of their experiences, or cringe at the discomfort, I think of mummies.
miss alpha — mummies, now there is a thought! thanks for your wonderful comment, your first!