I don’t remember much after that. My last memory is of Lauren mumbling something that resembled the words “I love America” and then puking up onto the pavement.
Speaking of losing virginity, last night I drove past the football field where I was de-flowered. It was emotional. And yes, I actually did lose my virginity in a football field–more specifically the football field behind my high school. It was beautiful. I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I was 16 and had long blond highlighted hair. He was 14 and weighed roughly 90 pounds. We started going out three days before. I know it sounds like we might have rushed things, but he was just so fucking sexy that I couldn’t wait. He wasn’t perfect, but I found beauty in all of his flaws. He worked at McDonald’s, but I liked the fact that he always smelled like french-fries. He looked (in my mother’s words) like he “was about to die,” but I found the fact that you could see every one of his skinny bones through his pale transparent skin a massive turn-on. I even liked the fact that he listened to emo. Sigh. I’m getting all nostalgic just thinking about it.