Date: Jan. 27th, 2007 06:03 pm (UTC)
But surely, the very experience of losing your virginity in your boyfriend's basement with the telly on is punishment enough? :)

When I was around seven or eight, my mother and I were loading the trunk of the car, and I asked her (I don't remember what put the idea in my head to begin with; I didn't have a crush at the time, so it might have been a magazine) how old I would have to be before she let me start dating. She shrugged and said, "Oh, maybe sixteen?" And I had a strangely specific image of myself at sixteen - blonde, for some reason, with a black velvet dress and a string of pearls, flirting with a man in a suit over a candlelit dinner table. "Sixteen!" I exclaimed. "But I'll be getting married by then!"
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