Yeah, so Friday night, I headed over to my boyfriend’s house after the two of us got off work. The two of us were in his room, on his bed. We talked about the argument we had had the previous day, he apologized for being an asshole to me, I apologized for overreacting. We made out for a bit. We talked a little more. We made out a little more. Pretty soon, in the midst of our making out and talking I asked him if he wanted to go all the way. He said yes, then spent another ten minutes trying to make sure that I was sure that I wanted to. Once I convinced him that I was ready, and wasn’t going to regret it, we had sex. You know you’re a math geek when you lose your virginity on Pi Day. (It was also Steak & BJ day (nsfw), and yes, he got some of that too.) It wasn’t romance movie perfect, but it was perfect for me. It’s the type of thing that I’ll look back on in 15 years and smile about. The End.
20 March 2008
25 March 2008 at 3:10 pm
If you can look back on it and smile after 15 years, I don’t think you can ask for anything more.
(My own first time was kinda similar…”Are you sure? No, REALLY sure. REALLY REALLY sure. Absotively posolutely sure.” And I was even the one asking, heheh.)
26 March 2008 at 9:16 pm
Yeah, that’s all that I was really hoping for– it happening when I was completely comfortable with it and not feeling like “Oh, God, I’m going to regret this when we break up.”