OK - I'm bored and depressed, so I feel the need to stir things up.
So ... share the details (spicy, gorey, humorous, romantic, or otherwise) of your first time ... the day, or night you lost your virginity. Was it terribly romantic or just terrible? Was is on a bed of rose petals, or the backseat of a '76 Gremlin? Was it with Mr./Ms. right, wrong, or in-between? Share as much or as little as you like without getting yourself or the entire guild in hot water .
Try to answer the following: Who (you can leave out last names, or come up with a nom d'amour); What (well, we sorta know that one already; When; Where; and Why (different reasons for different seasons). You can also include your age at the time if you like.
Who: My long-time high school sweetheart and long-distance boyfriend Craig ... who's now a woman named Anne (but that's another story). We met the summer before my sophomore year at a Kiwanis Chicken BBQ put on by my grandfather's club. Craig's mom worked for my grandfather and to this day I don't know if grandpa purposely matched us up working at the BBQ or whether it was dumb luck. Anyway, from the moment we met it was like we were glued together. We spent endless hours on the phone because he lived about 45 miles away, and we lived for the times his dad would bring him over for a few hours on a Saturday or my family went to Ypsilanti (Michigan) to visit my grandparents. My family moved to Minneapolis, MN in December of my sophomore year, so Craig and I carried on a heart-wrenching long-distance relationship all through high school. (Can we say stupid?)
What: Who had a clue - we were both virgins?!
When: Christmas Day, 1973 at about 1 p.m. Hey - it was a religious experience!
Where: The home of Craig's parents ... specifically in the basement bedroom of his younger brother (no wonder he turned out badly) in Ypsilanti, Michigan. His parents and siblings had gone to his grandmother's out in the country for Christmas dinner. My family was back in Michigan for the holidays and I'd gotten them to agree to let me spend the holiday with his family. We came up with some story about going to visit someone before we went to his grandmother's so we could have some alone time. What I remember most is their family dog barking incessantly and me being terrified we'd get busted. I kept jumping off the bed when the dog barked making for a truly romantic interlude.
I also remember thinking "is this what all the hoopla is about ... sheesh, what a let down." And later, at his grandmother's, when I went to the bathroom and realized the law of biology and physics applied, I was really grossed out and convinced I'd never do THAT again.
WHY: I was in luuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuv and completely convinced I was going to marry him.
Learning Curve: If you're a virgin ... don't do it with another virgin ... someone needs to know what they're doing ... don't do it in the basement bedroom of a sibling ... and don't underestimate the effect finding out the person you had your first experience with might change genders 27 years later can have on your psyche!
Finally - I think I'm living proof you can regain your virginity through non-use. I'm looking forward to a first-time reprise when and if I find the right guy and this time I'm going for the full romantic fantasy.