I was 27 for my first time, which I honestly thought was never going to happen, since I had managed to go through high school and college without accomplishing much (read: never even rounded first). There are several reasons, but they all tie into the fact that I hated myself very intensely and so I couldn’t even fathom someone being attracted to me.
Of course this self-loathing is wrecking havoc on the first relationship I’ve managed to become a part of, which in all reality shouldn’t have happened. It’s really a fluke of a fluke of a fluke. Anyway, as they say, “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.”





