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In my first Creative Writing class, the teacher gave us an assignment.
Pick a river, a street, a vegetable, a city, a colour, a number and a day of the week. Now, using those words, write about the first time you made love.
Understandably, my first reaction was to panic. I had never made love before. How could I possibly write about my first time? Then I looked at my list of words.
St. Lawrence River
De Maisonneuve Easy Street
Endive
Tokyo
Blue
700
Thursday
And I realized I couldn't possibly write something serious with them.
So I just went to work. After I finished, I was one of the ones who volunteered to read my text out to the class, and everyone laughed, because it was funny.
He brought me to the Tokyo Hotel on Easy Street. Why anyone would name a Vegas Hotel after a city in Japan was anyone's guess, but that was where we had dinner, and where I gave myself to him. We dined on endives and blue champagne. Are endives an aphrodisiac? If so, they didn't do anything for me. It could be that I was nervous. I never did get the hang of Thursdays.
Later he would swear that I had come 700 times, but all I could think of was how I felt so dirty that a bath in the St.-Lawrence river might actually make me feel cleaner.
How's that for a start?
Pick a river, a street, a vegetable, a city, a colour, a number and a day of the week. Now, using those words, write about the first time you made love.
Understandably, my first reaction was to panic. I had never made love before. How could I possibly write about my first time? Then I looked at my list of words.
St. Lawrence River
De Maisonneuve Easy Street
Endive
Tokyo
Blue
700
Thursday
And I realized I couldn't possibly write something serious with them.
So I just went to work. After I finished, I was one of the ones who volunteered to read my text out to the class, and everyone laughed, because it was funny.
He brought me to the Tokyo Hotel on Easy Street. Why anyone would name a Vegas Hotel after a city in Japan was anyone's guess, but that was where we had dinner, and where I gave myself to him. We dined on endives and blue champagne. Are endives an aphrodisiac? If so, they didn't do anything for me. It could be that I was nervous. I never did get the hang of Thursdays.
Later he would swear that I had come 700 times, but all I could think of was how I felt so dirty that a bath in the St.-Lawrence river might actually make me feel cleaner.
How's that for a start?