The lengthening of the personal list…

So it seems to humans at large first are something we – more or less – strive for. To be the first person to do something, or just to do something for the first time. When we’re young firsts are easy to come by; the first time you stand up or perhaps the first time you smile and so on and so forth. But as we grow older those firsts get more hard to come by and so with a lot of people it seems that the irregularity of the event just makes them more… special.

Alright so I’m talking about firsts, because I had my first time last night, or suppose it was really this morning. So I guess I’m living up to my promiscuous reputation now, as it was with a guy who I only met that night, although apparently I did meet him before, when I went to another party at his place, last year.

Personally I don’t know why girls go on and on about how much it hurts, because well it didn’t really for me, a tiny bit at first, but then it was pretty great. I mean maybe it’s the guy or maybe it’s something to do with me, although apparently because I used to ride horses when I was younger that makes a difference and if that’s the case, I’m so glade that I did.

Although I had to walk through the city with a couple love bites on my neck, so that was fun. But I was so tired by that point – mainly due to the fact that I hadn’t eaten since the night before, and we went for round 2 in the morning – that I didn’t really give a dam about the slight stares and wolf whistles. It seems today held a bunch of firsts, since I kind of did my first walk of shame, which consisted of me wishing I was at my place so I could go back to sleep, so it wasn’t really, at all, shame that I was feeling.

Unfortunately for me, I had to find out the hard way that there are no buses on Sundays, which meant I was stranded in town at midday with no money to take a taxi and a funky feeling between my legs. So I did the only thing I could think of I texted a friend asking if she’d do me a favour, she sort of refused, it was more like she couldn’t be she got her boyfriend to come a pick me up, if I paid for petrol. So I paid for petrol, with my bus money and got home safe and sound and went straight to bed to sleep the day away. Only to wake up and release the father would be around any minuet and I wasn’t willing to have to explain the love bites, so I put a plaster over one and covered the other with my new Olympic hoody, I think he might have guessed, but no questions were asked, so I’m fine.

alright so I saw this picture and just had to add it to this post.

Although after charging it a little I got some worried texts from the friend that had invited me to the party in the first place, informing me of something, which confirmed my earlier apprehension. So I could be pregnant, but after doing a little research on the internet, I’m going to go and get the morning after pill, some time in the next 2 days hopefully, if I can even get into the city to get it and after that it’s just a waiting game I suppose, but honestly I think I’m going to be alright, but if not I’m going to find my first and punch him in the face so hard it shatters all his teeth, but lets hope it doesn’t come to that shall we. I suppose this is a learning experience for me in more ways than one.

I’m meant to be going into town on Wednesday any ways, but I think that’s a little too late, so I might try and get in tomorrow, although don’t know if that’s going to happen, if not then Tuesday is a must, although I’m thinking the sooner the better here.

Quotes/sayings of the day: Thou know’st the first time that we smell the air we wawl and cry. When we are born we cry, that we are come to this great state of fools. – William Shakespeare

Whenever a thing is done for the first time, it releases a little demon. – Emily Dickinson

Alrighty, so I wanted to put some music on the end of this one, because well because. I feel like I’ve seen the singer in this video before, but his name doesn’t ring a bell.


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