I have two sisters. One is a year older and one is a year younger. Growing up, they were always the pretty popular type of girl who always had guys vying for their attention. I on the other hand, was more of a goth type girl who wore a lot of eye makeup and kept to herself mostly. By the time I was a junior in high school, I had never had a boyfriend, so I pretty much assumed that I wouldn’t have one in high school. When I was a freshman, I tried to hook up with my older sister’s boyfriend when he was drunk, but that turned out to be a disaster. One day, my younger sister came home from school with a few of her friends, several of whom were guys. There was one in particular who actually seemed kinda interested in me. He actually talked to me and we flirted a little bit. The next day I saw him in the school library. He was sitting at a table by himself, so I gathered up my courage and sat down next to him. At first we just talked about school stuff. What classes we were taking, how unfair the teachers were, that sort of stuff. I was playing with my hairband while we were talking and suddenly it flew across the table. I reached to pick it up, but he got it before I did. Our faces ended up so close together that it was inevitable that we kissed. It was only my second kiss ever, but it was great! Over the next few months, we got to know each other really well. We hung out a lot and my little sister got pretty suspicious. On the evening of May 18, we were at his house fooling around. It had been six months since we met, and I knew that I was ready to take our relationship to the next level. So, we had sex. It was not awkward at all. We continued to go out for a year after that (until I graduated). It’s funny because I can still remember every single little detail of that afternoon. Whenever I smell Axe, I think of him. Whenever I see a guy wearing black high tops, I think of him. And whenever I see him, I feel like it’s still May 18.
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