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A Mature Got Me
(Just Bae)

There are, I believe, three defining events in the life of a teenager; graduating high school, turning eighteen and the losing of one's virginity. Whichever comes first after the latter, is the young man's introduction into what is known as the real world.

Because of the seemingly earth-shattering significance of losing one's virginity, everyone has his or her own story of this occurrence. It seems that everyone regards their own personal story as one worth telling, for the simple fact that the loss of one's virginity can only happen once, and nothing experienced previously can prepare a person for this big occasion. But such stories are rarely interesting, due to the similarities of most of them, and the lack of storytelling skills on the part of the teller, with the resulting inability to make the minor details seem greater, and thus, differentiate their own experience from that of virtually everyone else. Simply put, the story of a young man's loss of virginity is only, in most cases, likely to be interesting to himself, especially if the experience of the listener seems eerily similar. For a story such as this to seem remotely interesting, it must be unlike the vast majority of other such stories. My own story, which is soon to follow, will perhaps serve as one such example. I can state, with some assurance, that few can claim a story like my own, and therefore, I believe that it is worth relating.

I must caution the reader that the following story will be difficult to believe, and there is nothing wrong with that. The reader is free to believe whatever he or she regards as reasonable. That said, I also caution the reader that whether or not he or she believes the following story is irrelevant. I am not relating this in the vain hopes that the reader will take the whole story as truth. That is simply not the point. The point of this is to simply inform the reader of an incredible experience that, in many ways, has shaped me as an adult male.



I am afraid that my 18th birthday and my graduation from high school were, respectively, the first and second accomplishments. I was never look at as handsome, charming, or cool. I was not ostracized by my peers, so please do not get that idea. I was not bullied, at least not often, and when such a thing was attempted, it rarely went in favor of the aggressor. It would be most accurate to state that I more or less just faded into the background. I felt comfortable there for the most part, but in matters pertaining to the opposite sex, I wished there had been some method by which I could have made myself more noticeable. I had had few dates, no real girlfriends, and my high school years seemed to pass me by without me knowing all that much about the female species.

Like so many others, I got most of my ideas about sex and girls from films and TV shows. And in such as the reader perhaps knows well, the loser, geek, outcast, or what not always seems to get the girl in the end. Being young and naïve, I hoped that such would be the case, but let's just say that this was an early lesson on how disparate the movies and reality could be. After I graduated, I felt like a failure, something less than a man. Events would take the reins and thrust me into a situation that I could not have predicted, and allowed me to achieve manhood in a way that few would believe. I have never spoken or written of that day in any detail prior to writing this.