Lost

It has sadly been much too long since I have had an opportunity to share my dating experiences on here. Unfortunately, I have been working like a dog the past month and have had little to zero chances to meet any men. Unless I pick one up on the train, which is very doubtful as my excessive dancing and lip-syncing tend to scare them off.
Either way, I have not dropped off the planet. And since I feel like a disappointment for not having any new and hilarious tales of romance to share with you, I have decided to bring one back from my past. I feel as if this is rather appropriate as the ten year anniversary of this particular event is in the very near future. It is very possibly my favorite love-gone-wrong story. Perhaps you have heard it before... or perhaps you know him. All of that aside... I present to you the story of how I lost my virginity:

Let's start out with the fact that I was much too young. I know that now, and I am pretty sure I knew that then. A series of bazaar events led up to the actual decision. The choice to begin my sexual life is the direct result of my mother finding a bottle of lube and condoms in my brother's dresser drawer and dragging me into his bedroom to show me the findings (sorry Eric). Now, why any sane mother would decide to share this with her 14 year old daughter, no one knows. Either way, if got my mind a whirling. I knew that my brother and his girlfriend were in love. Did I know that they were going to end up getting married because they were soul mates? No. But as a stupid little girl I decided that the obvious route to make a man fall for me was to sleep with him.

Unluckily for me, I was dating one of my brother's best friends at the time. And when he brought up the concept of sleeping together- I swallowed my fear and told him yes.

He brought me back to his house one snowy day in January so the deed could be done. He led me to his room, which was undoubtedly going to set the stage for the romance that was about to happen. However, when I entered the bedroom I was taken aback. Baby blue in color, it sported a wallpaper trim around the ceiling that depicted puppies and kittens frolicking. Instead of the normal posters you would have seen in a 16 year-old's room, there were drawn pictures of "The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles" with his signature scrawled at the bottom tacked unevenly against the wall.
I held in my laughter and sat awkwardly on the bed. I imagined us tearing off our clothes in a fit of passion, but alas that was to be saved for more grown-up interactions. In this particular event we undressed as quickly as we could and hopped under the covers. There was some kissing as a form of foreplay and then business time.
I remember laying there terrified out of my mind. He asked if I was okay, which I thought very nice of him and I answered yes. Then shit got weird. The next words he said (mid-thrust, must I point out) was:

"So, how's the weather?"

My mind raced to every sex scene I had ever watched. None of them EVER brought up the weather. Was this normal?
That was as far as I got in my inner questioning, because out of nowhere he must have finished. I gathered this much because he leapt out of the bed covering his penis and sprinted out of the room. I laid in his bed completely naked for awhile, trying to figure out what to do. Honestly, no movie had ever prepared for me this. I figured he would come back in a couple of seconds and cuddle with me.
I was wrong. He reentered the room several minutes later fully dressed and with his shoes on. He looked at me like I was a leper for still being in his bed and nude, so I got dressed under the covers and he drove me home.

A couple of weeks later he dumped me. Apparently this girl he liked would only date guys if they weren't virgins- so he took care of that little issue. To this day, I laugh that any girl would be that dumb... and I'm not talking about me. I mean, seriously? What kind of high school girl sets standards like that for herself? Oh, that's right... whores.

A lot of people hear this story and focus on the end, which was less than ideal. But to me, I think it really has set the standard for my love life: hilarious and ridiculous.