Granted, I still almost lost it in the front seat of David Horowitz's car the summer before junior year of high school.
I almost gave it up for him, and I let him put his hand down my pants, but I had to draw the line.
I certainly wasn't going to do it with some guy who was going away to college in a few weeks, and I wasn't going to lose it in his dad's beat-up Ford Escort.
That wasn't how I imagined my first time By the time I met Mike, I was starting to wonder if date three might be good enough, even for me.
Finally, after two years of dating, our wedding night came.
Of course by now, I'd sort of lost the anticipation. While he was getting ready for bed, I put on a transparent white nightgown my mother bought me for my big night.
When I met my now ex-husband Mike, I had just turned 21.
We met at small Catholic liberal arts college, and even though I no longer believed in Jesus, the Saints, the Bible, God, really any of that, I was a virgin then and I was a virgin when we divorced.
I stopped him and told him I just couldn't do it.And after so many tries with Michael, I knew we just weren't meant to be.He cried horribly when I told him it was over, but he also didn't seem surprised.He could never stay hard long enough to get inside of me.And I could never get excited enough to let him in.
Mike and I had recently moved to a new town and Sam happened to live a few blocks away.