Return of Memoryfest - Day 22/31

[bironic]

22. Middle School

Our family was watching French Kiss—typical fare, since my dad loved Meg Ryan and both of my parents liked romantic comedies—and when the scene came on where Meg Ryan's character, Kate, describes the unsatisfactory night she lost her virginity in her boyfriend's basement during Jeopardy, my dad turned to me and said, "If you ever do that, I'll kill you."

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[elynittria.livejournal.com]

Would it have been OK if it was any show other than Jeopardy? ;)

I actually posted a memory today; in fact, it's a two-fer: Two grade-school memories (http://elynittria.livejournal.com/24003.html#cutid1).

[kabal42.livejournal.com]

*G* I was going to ask the same as elynittria!

But instead I'll tell you of the only piece of advice my mum ever gave me about sex. I was going to visit my boyfriend Jakob for a weekend when I was fifteen. (NB to non-Danes - 15 is legal age here!) My mum's hug when I left was a bit different than usual and then she stared at me and said "Be careful!" That was it *G* Thanks goodness for sex education and for me being both able to seek information and to buy condoms without dying ;-)

[nightdog-barks.livejournal.com]

The only sex ed I ever remember getting from my parents was my mom giving me (you guessed it) a book.

It was called The Stork Didn't Bring You ... and that's about I remember about it. I do recall being singularly uninterested -- maybe it was too early for me.

Heh.

[purridot.livejournal.com]

Watching movies with parents = horror!

[mer-duff.livejournal.com]

My father manages to alienate/terrify men that I'm not even dating. I took my friend K to the symphony a few years back, completely forgetting that my father had tickets for that series. Naturally, we ran into him in the lobby before the performance. It was the first time K had met my father and once we took our seats, he turned to me and said very seriously, "Your father has taken my measure and found me wanting." He was so intimidated that he refused to leave his seat during intermission, even though his favourite part of any performance was meeting new people in the lobby (unless of course they happened to be my father). Then last year, I took my friend D to a play my father was stage managing. D ran into my dad during intermission and returned completely cowed. "Your father does not approve of me," he said as we slunk back to our seats. To this day they're both convinced that my father hates them.

[thewlisian-afer.livejournal.com]

My parents have never said a damn thing to me about sex. At least not directly. Dad's been making crude jokes for as long as I can remember, but that's not really educating me. XD I found out how babies are really made when I was in first grade, through some book that I discovered and read. Whatever it was, it was clearly geared toward kids. I recall it starting out something like, "When a man and woman love each other very much, sometimes they like to show it by being close to each other." And then it went into greater detail, but still not great detail.

My parents' idea of discouraging me from having sex was to disallow my boyfriend(s) and me any alone time. Never underestimate the determination of a teenager, though. When I decided I was ready, dammit, I was ready. The only time my boyfriend Pat and I were allowed to be alone was when we were at church. So. At sixteen I lost my virginity in the basement bathroom of a Catholic church in Philadelphia.

[purridot.livejournal.com]

When I was living on the West Coast with my fiance (and new kitten), my father flew out for a visit. He had never met my fiance.

He arrived, and the first thing he said when we opened the front door was, "So where's this new kitten?" (My Dad loves all animals.)

[saturnial.livejournal.com]

Here from metaquotes, but I just want to say that I love your layout. Classic, clean, simple - yet interesting, the header is pretty yet not over done or over photoshopped, the colours harmonise nicely without being boring...

I can't stop staring at it. Frankly, I'm a little bit disturbed. It's just a basic layout, right?

*keeps staring*

[catilinarian.livejournal.com]

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!"