Saturday night and I'm getting ready to go out on the town or my version of it. My friends ditched me for illness but I had a back-up plan and that's working out just fine.
I'm showered, powdered but not plumped yet. Don't ask me what plumped means cuz I just made it up - sounded right in the sentence is all.
Curls or no curls that is the question.
I have been purposely not talking about my love life in order to act like I'm being private. I think that's a good idea and I'll stick to it, however it gives me little to wax on about.
So I'll talk about an old love instead. One who I won't love again and who wouldn't be hurt by my disclosures. My first lover, Kyle.
Kyle was several years older than my 19 years. I'd deliberately remained a virgin. Not because I had fundamentalist religious beliefs but because I was scared and no one I'd dated had taken the time to get me over this hurdle. I'd had some heavy petting days and knew I loved to kiss and be felt up, but no one had attempted to get my pants off. I was a hot thang too. Pretty with a bangin hot bod. Kyle wanted what others hadn't taken and went for it. Kyle had a job in the City. The City was pretty big to us country living girls and I was impressed. He was slightly better than average in looks but had charm oozing out of every pore. He was a salesman for Radio Shack (I know) at my age that seemed important. It was his salesman tactics that got him the job done with me.
He was engaged to a friend's sister. The friend's sister was older than I was and she seemed glamorous to me. His interest in me was of course flattering. Over the course of a few weeks he'd sneak calls to me and arrange to see me when he came into my town. I being no fool refused to take things further because of his relationship. What's a guy to do? Why pretend you've broken up with the girl - that's what.
He and I made plans for me to meet him when I was next in the City - a convention for my work. He picked me up from my hotel, took me to his place and screwed me. It was horrific. I wouldn't realize for a couple of years that he was a terrible lover and could have made things much better for me. I honestly don't think he knew I was a virgin. We hadn't talked about it. He assumed I was having my period when he saw the bloody sheets - I told him it was my first time and I think he was surprised and not pleasantly. I think taking my virginity after lying to me might have struck an unpleasant cord in him. Ya no shit sherlock. I was still unaware he'd lied.
Did I love him?
Nope.
I felt like an old lady being a virgin at 19. What I wish I'd known then...
It was almost two years later before I had sex again - this time a much more pleasant experience and my love of sex was born. A story for another day.
Oh and if you care I went with curls. Toodle loo.
