Journal Entry Seven

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People always find it surprising to learn I'm a virgin. This is a fact I am not ashamed of, nor proud of. I don't understand what's so surprising about the fact.

Sophomore year I was at a slumber party with my friend Jenny. It was late, a few were drunk, a few were high, and everyone started to spill their secrets. Who's not a virgin, who's gotten drunk and on what, who's smoked what, who banged who, who likes who. Childish things like that.

When it was my turn to spill the beans, I simply stated that I am a virgin in every way. Never kissed, never messed around, never banged. I've never done anything to anyone, or myself.

Everyone was so surprised.

Maybe it's because I know my way around a boy, where to touch, how to talk, what to say, that it seems that I'm experienced. Maybe I seem experienced by all the smut I've read. I'm well read, I know how to read people and I'd like to think I'm a much dumber version of Sherlock Homes. But let's be honest, who can be smarter than fiction?

I've officially had my first kiss. Now, I'm not talking kiss kiss. But it was a kiss to a member of the opposite sex who I may or may not see romantically. So I consider it a kiss.

In case you didn't know for sure (because I didn't) these are the bases in relationships. And these should be correct (I've cross checked my facts):

First base: French Kissing

Second base: messing around (more so above the belt)

Third base: messing around (more so under the belt)

Homerun: going "all the way"

Now you know.

I suppose I'm more so up to bat. I'm on my way to first base. But, hey, it's not like I really had time to use tongue. He had to go play basketball and finish up the game.

I was being a tease.

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