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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[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!"