Like a Virgin

It was a Tuesday afternoon, I was in my school uniform, and he didn't even take off my shirt.  Yep, this is how I lost my virginity.  I was only 16 when it happened, and I was sure that having sex meant that this guy that would be the one, oh how wrong the 16 year old version of myself was.  About a week later, I heard through the grapevine that Virginity Stealer had cheated on me.  The rumor was Virginity Stealer had gotten a blow job in a closet at a party while I was away for the weekend.

And then came the first Meltdown...

I was sure that this had to be just a rumor. It must have been another guy that got a blow job in a closet and the names had just gotten mixed up.  He had told me that it didn't happen over and over again, so maybe I should just believe him? I mean we had been dating for a grand total of two months, five years in the eyes of a high school junior, so he would never do this to me.  I thought it just couldn't be true, so that's what I chose to believe.  I stayed with him, and a few days later...he broke my heart.

"You're too good for me," said Virginity Stealer.  "Then why don't you keep me around?" I embarrassingly pleaded.  But in that moment I already knew it was done for.  He was ready to move on to the next, while I would spend the next month crying on my bathroom floor, mourning the loss of my virginity.

Keep Melting,

-Em