Fixin' to Go All Teenaged On You

This blog is about to go back, back, back in time.

Yep, uh huh. In case you weren't already chronology-confused enough.

For those of you new to my blog, I am currently in my late thirties. But I primarily write about my former life as a self-proclaimed slut, a life that more or less ended about 10 years ago.

Here's what I've shared so far:

• Age 16: Fooled around with a much, much older man
• Age 19: Lost my virginity in the Father Panic projects
  
  
• Age 19 - 25: Lots of men, lots of drama, lots of life lessons that I haven't shared yet.
  
  
• Age 25-26: Moved to Hollywood to be a star and almost got pimped instead
• Age 26-27: Dated a semi-homeless loser
• Age 27-28: Fell over-the-moon in love, until it all fell apart
• Age 28-37: Stopped dating (for the most part)

Most of my posts fall into two categories: diaries, where I relive my experiences, and lessons learned, where I share the knowledge I gained from them.

So before I jump into a new chapter, I wanted to remind you of where I've been and give you a head's up about where we're going.

I thought I'd spare you the pain of wondering why I suddenly aged backward and turned 19 years old!