TMI
I was 2ish
As your attorney, my advise to you is to start drinking heavily(er).-Tuffy
I was conceived in late 1989. And I know the exact date as well, because mum thought it would be something I'd like to know. I could've lived without knowing it though.
You're a child of the revolution !
I was an 11-day-old fetus when it started in Timisoara. Bucharest followed the next day.
I get so depressed in December because that's when it happened and it's on tv and in the newspapers, and every year I (and probably everyone else) discover more and more horrific stuff from those days.
You win at history, Ludwig!
I was there!
(Both.)
This is why we can't have nice things.
That's a whole different "first time inside a vagina" story.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
Conception does not necessarily happen on the day sex happens. A woman can become pregnant several days later. Sperm live several days.
For instance, woman and man have sex. Five days later woman ovulates and sperm inside her uterus impregnate egg.
Irina is a female, so this is likely what happened, the male sperm swim faster but die quickly, female sperm swim slower and live longer.
Mom had sex, several days later all of the male sperm have died off and mom ovulates, living female sperm impregnate mom.
You were probably only a six or seven day ole fetus when whatever it was happened.
Also, I first had sex in 1995. Don't know the date, vaguely think it may have been late winter early spring. (first part of the year)
The sex was awful and really painful and the guy who got my virginity didn't deserve the time of day, and had no awareness whatsoever of how to please a female. I was very stupid.
For instance, woman and man have sex. Five days later woman ovulates and sperm inside her uterus impregnate egg.
Irina is a female, so this is likely what happened, the male sperm swim faster but die quickly, female sperm swim slower and live longer.
Mom had sex, several days later all of the male sperm have died off and mom ovulates, living female sperm impregnate mom.
You were probably only a six or seven day ole fetus when whatever it was happened.
SCIENCE!
Bursting Bubbles EveryDay!
(I personally think knowing things like this makes the world even more mysterious and magical, not less at all)
As far as I am concerned my parents never had sex. Ever.
As your attorney, my advise to you is to start drinking heavily(er).-Tuffy
Si vis pacem, para bellum
It doesn't bother me that my parents, or other adults who helped raise me, have had sex. Though I prefer to not hear about it. I
t bugged me when I was younger, but now that I have been stuck being a grownup for long enough I just realise what a vital part of life it is psychologically.
Everyone does it, or wants to be doing it, or has definite reasons why they choose not to do it. So meh.
My grandma told me once that my grandpa read some book on sexuality while he was in Vietnam and when he came back there marriage was never the same again. I could have lived without that information.
Oh I know they boned. But I dont want to hear about it. But my dad does tell me about his sescapades in minor details. And he is always proud of mine.
As your attorney, my advise to you is to start drinking heavily(er).-Tuffy
I would literally hear my parents have sex every night. I told them to shut up a few times because I had school in the morning.
I also found a dildo at my grandma's apartment while my other cousin was there. I was looking for my grandma's medication and pulled this purple thing out(still in a case thank god), it took me a while to realize what it was and my cousin looked at me and I looked back at her. My face was probably priceless at the moment I realized what it was. I got shocked then laughed nervously.
When I was maybe eleven, my friend phoned me over because he wanted to show me something. When I went up to his house he was running around the kitchen laughing and waving what looked to me like a giant lipstick capsule. I didn't get it. Until he said, "No batteries", so he put it back into a drawer in his parents' bedroom, then I realized "Oh that's what a dildo is. His mum puts it in herself for pleasure." But I still didn't find it funny like he did. It just seemed normal to me. But I faked a couple "heh"s anyway.
Oh and he was also trying to punk me out by putting it near my face and stuff while giggling and going, "Ew! UGH!! LOLS!" But, like, you're holding it.
I have no idea what date I lost my virginity. I do remember that it was raining that night and that we had been drinking butterscotch schnapps. It didn't hurt at the time but it hurt the next day, plus I had my first really bad hangover. I had to go to a family gathering at my grandparents, and spent half the time sleeping in a guest bedroom. Everyone thought I had a stomach virus, and I didn't dispell them of the notion.
Mine was with this skater, Steve, one evening when my parents had taken my brothers to a cub scout meeting. Who Are You by The Who was playing...he'd brought over a mix tape. I think about it every time I catch the intro to CSI.
This is the part where Tuffy Points Out He Is Old.
Modern English was playing I Melt With You.
On Mtv.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I was 16, and he was studying anthropology at university. I had met him at a bar with a friend and we pretended we were 18. She went off with his friend when we went back to their place, me to his room, which was just a futon, stereo and blank walls. He put on Joy Division. Told me we could ride his scooter in the morning. We had sex, fell asleep and I tiptoed out at about 4am.
I skipped classes to have the sexytimes. Then came back to school and got examined in Romanian, we'd had a novella to prepare and comment upon.
I was 15. He was not a nice boy. It happened in the driveway of my house and I totally fell for the whole, "if it's just the tip it doesn't count....." thing. Yeah I was so that girl. It did not end well.
Ah, youth.
November 28? Ay me too! ^5
Ah, youth.
He told me "just the tip" thing too. That's actually all he did though. For like months and months. I didn't even consider the idea that he didn't mean it until much later. I'm sorry that happened to you. 
That actually works?
Wow.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I've used it before. But more as a joke. And never on a virgin.
The tip is awesome. I was like, "This is good, why do we need more?"
Even worse works... mine, was an 18 year old guy and I was just barely 14, which says a lot about his douchebaggery, he said "just let me put it in and out once, and tell me to stop if you want" I didn't even know it was supposed to go "in and out" which shows exactly how unready for sex I was, for one. Then huge fucking shock when it didn't stop after one "in and out". I did tell him to stop a couple minutes later.
It was afternoon, I remember laying in the living room the rest of the afternoon thinking "I just had sex" and trying to wrap my head around how different I felt and how not different at all.
My mom pressed charges on him some months later, but they fell through because I couldn't handle answering the graphic questions needed to proceed and freaked out screaming at the police on the third attempt at an interview.
November 28? Ay me too! ^5
Sistaaah!
I didn't hook up with him tonight, as he would've wanted to. Bailed out because seriously, reheated soup? No thanks.
(I hope you do have the same expression and I'm making sense)
Reheated Soup?
hahaha
I have no idea exactly what that means so now I get to make things up.
Reheated soup is what we say when you try to hook up with someone you've already been with before and it didn't work.
Aaaahahaha, just the tip. Never in my life have I used that. Then again, I don't think I've ever tried to sleep with a... nice(?) girl. They've all pretty much been good to go.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
I was mostly curious and wondering what all the fuss was about. We actually tried the week before but it hurt too much so I asked him to stop and he did. I guess the mix tape made all the difference the next week. He's one of my Facebook friends now lolz.
First I thought you were talking about anal, then the Facebook thing came and no, can't be that.
Mixtapes are powerful things. I weep for the youth of today.
This is why we can't have nice things.
I think I still have a couple of mix tapes that were made for me long ago.
Noooooo.
Silly Irina. I assumed it was something recent, like all the crap I post in this thread.
Yeah, when I lost my virginity we didn't know anything about sex either. We were both really young and he just put it in and I sat on his lap and we were both completely still for like two minutes, said "Uhm," then stopped. What the fuck?
I have gotten laid more in the past couple weeks by Cassie then I did in the last several months of my last relationship. And Real blowjobs. I havnt had a solid oral encounter in a year and a half.
As for the V card it was listening to The Strokes in the afternoon. My brother burt in the room, laughed and told me good luck.
As your attorney, my advise to you is to start drinking heavily(er).-Tuffy
Oh, and the song was My Rucca or whatever by Sublime. I still can't listen to them.
I keep thinking of that Leper Joke - "Keep the tip!" and alternately laughing and being disgusted by how horrible I am.
Sidebar:
I remember being, I dunno, about nine, and thinking I had a pretty good idea of how sex was supposed to work, my house being full of medical books all my life, but was under the impression that
- The testicles were meant to go inside the girl along with the penis. Couldn't ever figure out how that was supposed to happen,
- That the Innie/Outie Belly Button Conundrum was related to being adopted or not, and
- That all births were caesarean.
I know better now.
This is why we can't have nice things.
Haha. I thought a man's penis moved all by itself and was therefore quite bewildered with that thrusting business.
Sidebar:
I remember being, I dunno, about nine, and thinking I had a pretty good idea of how sex was supposed to work, my house being full of medical books all my life, but was under the impression that
- The testicles were meant to go inside the girl along with the penis. Couldn't ever figure out how that was supposed to happen,
- That the Innie/Outie Belly Button Conundrum was related to being adopted or not, and
- That all births were caesarean.
I know better now.
I just heard that leper joke yesterday. I was not impressed. We make really bad jokes at work all day and a lot of them are TMI related.
Tell us them
As your attorney, my advise to you is to start drinking heavily(er).-Tuffy
Am I the only one on here who lost their V card quite a while later?
Also... I was thinking a while about it and realized (while also discussing the matter with my friend who was there) that I was definitely roofied that night I got black out drunk. Blegh. At least my friend was there.
"We're developing a new citizenry. One that will be very selective about cereals and automobiles, but won't be able to think."
— Rod Serling
"Chuck calls Noah fortnightly on his bakelite rotary phone and gives him publisher's insider information and stock tips."- Tuffy
I didn't lose my V card until I was 19 so that whole "just the tip" thing wouldn't have worked on me...I wanted the whole thing by that time. My first time wasn't special, it wasn't completely awful, but the setting was strange and I was relieved to have gotten that milestone out of the way. The guy didn't know I was a virgin until afterward, he was also the same guy that told me he wanted to fix me when we were talking in high school. He called things off between us to be with a girl who I had dreamed about months before trying to steal him away from me. I even confronted him about his relationship with her and he denied having those kind of feelings for her. One week after telling me he couldn't be my boyfriend he was making out with that one girl. I was heartbroken.
I think when I had sex with him he thought he was going to have a chance at getting back with me. I don't think he took it too well when I told him I just wanted to be friends.
Damn, that's brilliant.
When lucid dreaming, I think the clear choice is between fucking, punching, or flying.
Si vis pacem, para bellum
I don't remember the exact date, but for me it was sometime in late 1989. Before so many of you were even born!