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January 28, 2005
I lost my virginity when I was fifteen years old. It was in the back seat of a azure blue Camaro, at a drive-in. His name was Glen. Now I call him "Vick the Dick." He was twenty-one, in college, tall, lean, wore braces, and had acne. He was the first guy I ever chose to French kiss. I enjoyed making out with him. That night I was curious, and he was anxious... He was so aroused, he wouldn't take "no" for an answer. I remember screaming, crying, and begging him to stop... He didn't. It wasn't magickal or romantic.