I still have dreams about the night I lost my virginity. She was and still remains a vibrant and misunderstood lady. Not a girl, but a lady. She may have had previous experience when my number was called, I was beside myself with a feeling of glory. I was a Junior in high school, exorcizing gimmicks to find a click, but in retrospect I was always above it. I fell into an existence of being the that long-haired guy with big pants. Sometimes Id wear white cargo short with fully-laced military jumpers despite the mentality cost. A good friend even thought I was lost. She was a walking mystery that captivated my thoughts. The day I learned she had feelings for me, I was being a whelp, and trying to fool around with the girl who knew how she actually felt. I abandoned that ship like I smelled leaking gas. I received notes from her friends and it soon came to pass when We met each other near the schools vending machine. and set the record straight. Three months later were fooling around in the back of a car on the way hope from a concert and shortly thereafter, We were hanging out late. It was in her moms apartment, listening to music with her sisters away it was just us and a moments fate. I told her I had a condom in my pocket. She told me that wasnt very smooth and I knew it was true, but we folded together like water and even awkwardness couldnt stop it. I cant listen to the song that played during that moment anymore. Partially because it has lost its luster but mostly because I just cant listen to it anymore.
Posted on: Sun, 20 Oct 2013 06:23:59 +0000
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