I forgot to add something big that happened to me in 2015, something really big: I lost my virginity. I really thought that that would be the most mind-blowing rite of passage I would ever have in my lifetime, but lookie here, I totally forgot to mention that.
I don't really know why. Wait, I should be honest. The two times I fucked were ... well, unmemorable. I was worried if I was doing it right, just like John Cougar Mellencamp said in "Ain't Even Done With The Night." I'm not sure if I slid my dick all the way into their vaginas. And it didn't help that I was wearing a condom. Sorry, I totally understand that it's the safe thing to do, but it made it a hell of a lot less enjoyable. And I certainly didn't feel it. The time I turned in my V-Card should have been a lot more unforgettable, but it flat-out wasn't.
It's kind of a bummer. This earth-shattering thing I just knew would divide The Old Me from The Rest Of Me was sort of a joke. I feel the same as before, except that, well, I popped my cherry. No big deal.
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