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breakingnews · 09-17-2006, 08:11 PM

sorry <enter bitter disenchanted quarterlife-crisis refugee>

How old are you? I remember that exact frustration with my first girlfriend (frosh year of high school), using the SAME exact justification with my cooler, more mature friends who had already had the fortune of dropping their v-cards to slutty sophomore and junior chicks desperate for attention during those hazy high school booze baths. To my credit, this girl was in fact very pretty and had ENORMOUS tits, and at the time I was wholly satisfied just making out and handling her funbags. And by "handling" I mean MJ-style molestation: I'm surprised they didn't rise after I kneaded them like pizza dough.

It only took a year to get a feel of the furry thing she kept downstairs! There's still hope for you, my friend.

Sadly, I have to say that everything changed once I got a taste of the "real deal." By senior year of high school and certainly first year of college, sex was no longer an issue: either you were hittin it, or you dropped it like a bad habit. I do not mean to trivialize the emotional aspects of relationships as an adolescent, but that was the fact of the matter. There were the exceptions, but how much was "put out" unfortunately became directly proportional to my interest in a girl. My friends would all say the same thing.

Then you go through that whole episode just after college, with the pregnancy scare and that weird purple rash that hasn't quite gone away yet, and you begin to understand the benefits of long-term monogamy. The emotional support isn't bad either, especially after a depressing three-day coke and liquor binge. But I wouldn't know anything about that.

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09-17-2006, 08:11 PM	#9
breakingnews Q_Q Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: somewhere in between Posts: 995	sorry <enter bitter disenchanted quarterlife-crisis refugee> How old are you? I remember that exact frustration with my first girlfriend (frosh year of high school), using the SAME exact justification with my cooler, more mature friends who had already had the fortune of dropping their v-cards to slutty sophomore and junior chicks desperate for attention during those hazy high school booze baths. To my credit, this girl was in fact very pretty and had ENORMOUS tits, and at the time I was wholly satisfied just making out and handling her funbags. And by "handling" I mean MJ-style molestation: I'm surprised they didn't rise after I kneaded them like pizza dough. It only took a year to get a feel of the furry thing she kept downstairs! There's still hope for you, my friend. Sadly, I have to say that everything changed once I got a taste of the "real deal." By senior year of high school and certainly first year of college, sex was no longer an issue: either you were hittin it, or you dropped it like a bad habit. I do not mean to trivialize the emotional aspects of relationships as an adolescent, but that was the fact of the matter. There were the exceptions, but how much was "put out" unfortunately became directly proportional to my interest in a girl. My friends would all say the same thing. Then you go through that whole episode just after college, with the pregnancy scare and that weird purple rash that hasn't quite gone away yet, and you begin to understand the benefits of long-term monogamy. The emotional support isn't bad either, especially after a depressing three-day coke and liquor binge. But I wouldn't know anything about that. </hasn't-gotten-laid-in-a-while rant> __________________ Gone crazy, be back never.