http://www.cnn.com/2009/LIVING/01/22...ef=mpstoryview

From about ages 11-15 "sex" was some mystical thing and something very very intimate. It was so powerful something that had so much pull. Heck any girl I kissed around those ages was a candidate for marriage and a life of togetherness. Then my friend, a good Irish boy lost his homecoming sophomore year.

It all changed then. It now seemed something attainable It became a race to see who could lose there's and how many proverbial notches on the belt you could get. My church and parents gave me little information and I was to headstrong to ask (go figure) I was not only a sex God but a very responsible one at that. Pregnancy would never happen and neither would STDs.

Of course the first time It actually happened I was drunk scared and stupid. I couldn't figure out how to work the intricacies of a rubber and decided to gamble. I got lucky but that night is etched into my brian forever. I'll forever remember the smell of CoCo Rum and vinalla perfume.

As for the girl, I barley talked to her before and after it happened I wanted to talk to her yet all she said was "we had a little fun" (Im shortening it but that was her main thesis) On the outside I played it all cool but on the inside I was nervous and kind of heartbroken. Last I heard she was into a plethora of drugs ( I know how to pick'em)

So my virginity wasn't worth much but honestly I kind of wish I would've till I had someone I cared about and then proceeded. I'm not saying marriage (as there were a couple more after her) but you know something special

Of course maybe I'm just getting soft in my old age.