WARNING:
CONTEXT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN. THE FOLLOWING POST IS RATED R FOR LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT AND BRIEF DRUG REFERENCE.
I never got around to mentioning this.
But Renard's post reminded me:
I'm trying to swipe my V-Card before I leave for WSU.
Now- hear me out!
My friend (we were close, I snapped, we had a falling out right after graduation and haven't talked since, but even so- she's one of the most logical and smartest people I know, I can't deny that)
and I had a long talk about leaving for college.
This girl is super pale, untannable, with bleach-blonde hair.
Her dream school, which she got accepted to and is attending this fall, is University of Hawai'i.
I went there and had a week-long tour with the high school Band/Orchestra, so I know this is true- lots of islanders there don't like particularly pale/white Americans moving into town.
I know, it sounds like a dumb stereotype, but come on.
We came in, locked their Queen (YES, THEY HAD A QUEEN! I WAS SHOCKED, TOO! I HEARD THE STORIES AND WE STOPPED AT THE PALACE!) in her castle (where she wrote the famous song "Aloha Hoy" (kind of like a "Goodbye for Now" song- RIGHT before she died) and took over the whole island(s?) with our troops.
Then they become a state. And this wasn't THAT long ago, mind you.
ANYWAYS!!!!
God, I ******** love History.
I get all pent-up and horny when I talk about it.
On top of every college kind of being a party school, and she wanting to fit in and be social, she's paranoid that her first time is going to end up at a party, drunk or drugged with some guy she barely knows.
Before this, just this June, I couldn't care less about still having my virginity.
I grew up Mormon, for talked about it being a burden, how she wants to give it to someone she can trust-
NOW- before it gets taken away from her.
Then she got a boyfriend (also a falling out, only much much worse with him)
so who cares anymore, right? I don't even know.
ANYWAYS.
It's starting to feel like a big worry for me, too.
Being a virgin that is.
One thing that I have never been kissed.
I've been on three dates.
(One I was tricked into by a douchebag, one was a forced double-date,
and the other was a naiive mistake for Prince Charming.)
I am seventeen years old.
I feel so behind.
I can't be confident when no trace of my love life points to being likable, lovable or capable of being married to.
Let alone asked on a friggin' date.
it's not fair it's not fair it's not fair it's not fair
ANYWAYS.
Operation Shirley Temple:
Me. Getting rid of my virginity.
Before it becomes a bad memory away at college.
Why not now, when I'm in control completely?
My friend and I
(the douchebag who tricked me into a date, also a major falling out and we no longer speak
good god my life is pathetic) started this.
He insisted we call it "Mission ********> or "Operation Pop the Cherry".
WHAT'S THE POINT OF A CODE NAME IF SAYING IT GIVES THE WHOLE THING AWAY?
Me, being a smart girl thought:
Virginity... Cherries. Okay.
Shirley Temples have cherry flavoring or something in it, right?
DONE.
Shut up and let me think it's a genius name, alright?
ANYWAYS.
We came up with a list of guys.
(For someone as unconfident in myself (in a sexual way) as me, I was very confidently adding to the list.)
Kyle
TOO creeper.
wahmbulance Jacob wahmbulance
Alan
Pothead. Not my style, but an easy target.
Chris
Very into himself, wanted to blow my brains out.
This one guy
Don't remember why, or why not.
Jacob. He's a junior in high school now. HEY. He is MY age.
He is so ********' hot it makes me want to rip something- anything made of fabric. Preferably with buttons.
Like his uniform shirt.
Okay, we work together at McDonald's.
But this guy- I KNOW he's totally maccin' on me!
And it feels DIFFERENT.
Like I DESERVE this kind of feeling for a change.
He obviously flirts, compliments me- but when he does it's embarrassing for both of us- which is GREAT, he's always finding the chance to put his massive... heavily veined... strong... rugged... masculine... hands on me.
(Like when he walks by, but with no actual destination.)
And then straight-up the other day he said him and I should go to this cool hiking spot,
where some kick-a** nature's waterslide is.
dramallama Did I mention he is H-O-DOUBLETEE?! dramallama
He's blonde... Blue eyed... He skateboards...
*Cue the hotflashes*
My point is-
I have one month to get it over with before I leave for WSU.
And possibly have the worst experience of my life so far.
Hhhhh. There.
My friends are in on this- most don't approve, but they figure since I feel so shitty they'll help out.
I just... Wanted you guys to be a part of it.
sweatdrop
I get side-tracked sometimes.
People probably won't read this.
Haha.
That's kind of funny to me.
CONTEXT MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN. THE FOLLOWING POST IS RATED R FOR LANGUAGE, SEXUAL CONTENT AND BRIEF DRUG REFERENCE.
I never got around to mentioning this.
But Renard's post reminded me:
I'm trying to swipe my V-Card before I leave for WSU.
Now- hear me out!
My friend (we were close, I snapped, we had a falling out right after graduation and haven't talked since, but even so- she's one of the most logical and smartest people I know, I can't deny that)
and I had a long talk about leaving for college.
This girl is super pale, untannable, with bleach-blonde hair.
Her dream school, which she got accepted to and is attending this fall, is University of Hawai'i.
I went there and had a week-long tour with the high school Band/Orchestra, so I know this is true- lots of islanders there don't like particularly pale/white Americans moving into town.
I know, it sounds like a dumb stereotype, but come on.
We came in, locked their Queen (YES, THEY HAD A QUEEN! I WAS SHOCKED, TOO! I HEARD THE STORIES AND WE STOPPED AT THE PALACE!) in her castle (where she wrote the famous song "Aloha Hoy" (kind of like a "Goodbye for Now" song- RIGHT before she died) and took over the whole island(s?) with our troops.
Then they become a state. And this wasn't THAT long ago, mind you.
ANYWAYS!!!!
God, I ******** love History.
I get all pent-up and horny when I talk about it.
On top of every college kind of being a party school, and she wanting to fit in and be social, she's paranoid that her first time is going to end up at a party, drunk or drugged with some guy she barely knows.
Before this, just this June, I couldn't care less about still having my virginity.
I grew up Mormon, for talked about it being a burden, how she wants to give it to someone she can trust-
NOW- before it gets taken away from her.
Then she got a boyfriend (also a falling out, only much much worse with him)
so who cares anymore, right? I don't even know.
ANYWAYS.
It's starting to feel like a big worry for me, too.
Being a virgin that is.
One thing that I have never been kissed.
I've been on three dates.
(One I was tricked into by a douchebag, one was a forced double-date,
and the other was a naiive mistake for Prince Charming.)
I am seventeen years old.
I feel so behind.
I can't be confident when no trace of my love life points to being likable, lovable or capable of being married to.
Let alone asked on a friggin' date.
it's not fair it's not fair it's not fair it's not fair
ANYWAYS.
Operation Shirley Temple:
Me. Getting rid of my virginity.
Before it becomes a bad memory away at college.
Why not now, when I'm in control completely?
My friend and I
(the douchebag who tricked me into a date, also a major falling out and we no longer speak
good god my life is pathetic) started this.
He insisted we call it "Mission ********> or "Operation Pop the Cherry".
WHAT'S THE POINT OF A CODE NAME IF SAYING IT GIVES THE WHOLE THING AWAY?
Me, being a smart girl thought:
Virginity... Cherries. Okay.
Shirley Temples have cherry flavoring or something in it, right?
DONE.
Shut up and let me think it's a genius name, alright?
ANYWAYS.
We came up with a list of guys.
(For someone as unconfident in myself (in a sexual way) as me, I was very confidently adding to the list.)
Kyle
TOO creeper.
wahmbulance Jacob wahmbulance
Alan
Pothead. Not my style, but an easy target.
Chris
Very into himself, wanted to blow my brains out.
This one guy
Don't remember why, or why not.
Jacob. He's a junior in high school now. HEY. He is MY age.
He is so ********' hot it makes me want to rip something- anything made of fabric. Preferably with buttons.
Like his uniform shirt.
Okay, we work together at McDonald's.
But this guy- I KNOW he's totally maccin' on me!
And it feels DIFFERENT.
Like I DESERVE this kind of feeling for a change.
He obviously flirts, compliments me- but when he does it's embarrassing for both of us- which is GREAT, he's always finding the chance to put his massive... heavily veined... strong... rugged... masculine... hands on me.
(Like when he walks by, but with no actual destination.)
And then straight-up the other day he said him and I should go to this cool hiking spot,
where some kick-a** nature's waterslide is.
dramallama Did I mention he is H-O-DOUBLETEE?! dramallama
He's blonde... Blue eyed... He skateboards...
*Cue the hotflashes*
My point is-
I have one month to get it over with before I leave for WSU.
And possibly have the worst experience of my life so far.
Hhhhh. There.
My friends are in on this- most don't approve, but they figure since I feel so shitty they'll help out.
I just... Wanted you guys to be a part of it.
sweatdrop
I get side-tracked sometimes.
People probably won't read this.
Haha.
That's kind of funny to me.