Kumbaya
One of my earliest ‘serious’ relationships (I was 18 and it
was for 3 months, it _felt_ serious okay?!) was with, let’s call him Jeremy.
Jeremy was adorable, he had a bit of an accent, shiny dark
hair and wasn’t too tall so I didn’t get a crick in my neck if we kissed
standing up (oh the simplicity of being a teenager).
Now, Jeremy was a virgin. And Jeremy had decided he would
quite like to lose his virginity to me. So understandably I was quite
flattered, slightly nervous seeing as I hadn’t had much experience myself and
from memory I was already phrasing ways to say how good he was even if it only
lasted 30 seconds to save him any embarrassment. You know, I wanted his first
time to be special.
If only I had known.
