hell, i didn't get wild until i turned 22. i had fun and did the normal stuff, but then i met this one chick. ok, truth is she was a stripper - deal with it, it isn't like i was looking for a lifelong relationship. buckwild freaky voyeur. hood of the car in a parking lot, broad daylight, in the beer cooler at a bar we just stopped into, rest stop on I-80 broad daylight front row parking. that shortlived "relationship" really dialed things up for me.
then i met my first girl to admit that she owned a swing.
22-24 were a couple of really fun years. 24-32 were pretty much with one woman with a very short intermission, but that was even freakier.
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