I lost my virginity on Canada Day. It was the day after my boyfriend's birthday. We had just turned 16 in June, so we were BABIES. When we finished, he went downstairs and called all of his friends to tell them (I heard about this years later) while I was "cleaning up". Then I walked downstairs and he offered me a beer and we grilled burgers with his older brother. Who had apparently been there the entire time (downstairs) and I was unaware. OMG horrifying. Horrifying.
I made out with Dave Matthews (but I think I've told this story before).
WHAT. WHY DID I NOT HEAR THIS STORY AT THE GTG?
Tagging pantsparty for approval to initiate an official callout.
Lol. Universal Studios, August 1995. I was visiting a college teammate. I had "the Jennifer Anniston" but my hair had originally been too short, so really, I had a mullet. And a blue foam, full leg brace because I'd sprained my knee the night before, running away from the police somewhere in Pasadena.
long story, but we got backstage passes. After meeting The Presidents of The United States of America, I got in line to get DM's autograph, much to the embarrassment of my friend, who was super cool and not remotely, ever, star-struc. Because she was giving me a hard time (jokingly, though. She is awesome), I was last in line.
He gave everyone a hug before he signed their ticket /napkin / boob. The girl in front of me asked for a kiss. He gave her a peck on the cheek, signed her whatever, and then moved on to me. He signed my ticket stub first, then asked me if I wanted a kiss, too. Naturally, I said yes, fell seductively into his arms, and then remembered that I had a mullet, a leg brace, and my closely-protected-but-lets-be-honest, never-before-threatened virginity to worry about. We made out, he invited me to "see his bus," I freaked out, said no thanks and hobbled away with zero remaining shreds of dignity.