So I'm watching a movie about an English girl. One of the plot points is about her losing her virginity at 17. The man she chooses brings a banana to bed and manages to ruin the moment.
It made me laugh. I lost my virginity to an empty bottle of Martinelli's cider. I'm sure, as a company, they'd be very proud.
Anyway, I'm glad I took care of THAT piece of business by myself, because damn it hurt. Needless to say once the shock had worn off, I was done masturbating for a while. I always think I was really lucky, because I'm pretty sure had I been with a man... it would have been really anticlimactic.
Unless, maybe, it was with Keith. Because, you know, I think I'd have gotten over it really fast.
Damn, I miss that man. Will I pine forever?