MY FIRST BULLET DODGED.
A recent post reminded me of the first girl I dated, way back in the last century.
Kim was cute, but had strange fears surrounding sex. So there was no way she was going to be my "first" without some work.
I kept trying and she let me get a hit, but certainly no home run. It was clear she did not enjoy the game.
Then, at dinner one night, she nonchalantly told me that she knew she supernaturally floated above her bed, some nights. (I told her that we all get that feeling, at times, but that it's nothing magical.)
She then revealed that she not only believed in angels, but that she knew one was near her all the time. In fact, one night, she saw an angel opening her closet door.
I gently suggested she might have been dreaming. But no. It was real to her.
What is it about some people's brains that do not allow them to accept logical possibilities?
I stopped calling her. I enjoyed our movie and bowling dates. But honestly? I wanted to end my virginity and find someone I could do that with and still respect.
Kim didn't fit the bill.
My first sexual experience was in a dorm room back east. We were both pretty young (I was 17). He was a musician and had a lot of girls chasing after him. The experience was painful and bloody, not what I was expecting at all. But he was so caring and loving before, during and after, that it was a positive one.