Allright, so the first time I had sex was just one of those days, you know?
Everybody seems to remember it but me, but apparently I made that bitch's life.
Anyway, according to the girl I was with, I got extremely scared at something or other as I was pullin out.
Probably the tornado that was raging outside. This was in the midwest.
I just could not stop crying. I was one of those people, you know?
I made so much fuss that I had to be carried away to my bed to sleep. I couln't even move myself at that point.
But the chick I was with was just glowing.
Like, this was the proudest day of her life.
Anyway, so I finally went to sleep, and a few days later my parents took me home from the hospital and I saw my home for the first time.