Sunday, May 31, 2009

Once More, Slowly

I've already shared the story of how I lost my virginity at age 19, but it's kinda the Cliff Notes version. It was only my second blog post, and I hadn't quite found my way into the multi-post diary format.

So I crammed the entire episode into 337 words, prompting my friend Chief to gently remind me that I didn't need to race through each story just to get to the punch line.

So now I'm going to take a deep breath, beg your indulgence, and retell the story.

Only this time, I'll tell you more about the guy and more about how it all ended.

But before I even get to him, I'm going to tell you a little bit about my dad, who could single-handedly be the subject of an entire blog. (My sister half-jokingly suggested I start an I-survived-daddy blog called Scarred for Life.)

Just a little bit, so you can understand how a nice girl from Yale gave it up to a small-time drug dealer, then dated a closet-homosexual jailbird, then lived with a 50-something self-proclaimed revolutionary, all before the age of 23.

And you thought my late twenties were dramatic!

2 comments:

Rica said...

Can't wait to hear about it. :)

DC DIVA DATING ADVENTURES said...

I don't know how I found you, can't remember...but this is quite interesting...do tell (I'll try to catch up inbetween dates!)

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