526: This is How It Goes...
Y'know, looking over the past posts, I realized something quite dreadful: in my stress-induced silence, I have entirely neglected to mention the most recent love-affair--*snort*--though, actually, this time it didn't totally turn into a hilarious anecdote. But it has come to an end, one wholly beyond both our control.
You see, this man who took my virginity, is moving to Arizona the day I come back in January, and I haven't been able to see him before I leave. The dear is awfully busy with work, so that's how it goes...
And my! Did I forget to tell you guys about the (somewhat) monumental loss of my virginity? Mille perdoni! Well, now you know... and I'll leave you to inquire for stories. Needless to say, it wasn't a disaster--it was refreshingly... ordinary. Just imagine some scenario that is more clichedly romantic and awkward than it has any right to be... only with more indie cred, 'cause I gots me a reputation to protects.
Okay, okay, we watched Paris, Je t'aime and used the wrong kind of lube. Happy now? (Well, there was gratuituous consumption of halloween candy and banana-flavored booze before hand, and the watching of Metalocalypse and Flight of the Conchords with his roommates beforehand. It was a lovely night and he was an absolute sweetheart.)
Yes, I'm sad I won't be seeing him again... but I'm at least glad I got that meddlesome virginity out of the way! And not just the sexual one: now, if hawt European dudes want to offer me a smoke or spread my legs, I won't have that cumbersome hesitancy of inexperience in the way! I can at least bumble my way through 'em...
And it is nice that I lost my virginity to a Russian Jew who kinda looks like John Cusack...*happy sigh*
And that's my roundabout way of telling the story.