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I lost my virginity the day I turned 16. My parents, knowing full well what teen parties can be like, had left for the night, and my sister was away at university, so I had to house to myself. I took full advantage of this, throwing a party for the entirity of my school year, and basically anyone else who wanted to come. That night was also the night I got properly drunk for the first time. I'd drank before, usually with a group of mates out of bottle stolen from someones parents alcohol cabinet, but there was never enough to get drunk on. That night I was totally sloshed, and ended up losing my virginity to a girl I'd known for a few years, but never really spoken to. We ended up in my room, and all I remember is it was over with very quickly, and we went back to join the party straight away.
I never told anyone about it, which is probably a good thing because it turned out she was still a couple of months short of turning 16 herself, and I could have got in a lot of trouble. After avoiding her for a few days, I tried to salvage the situation and asked her out. She accepted. Once she hit 16 I think both her mates and mine assumed we were sleeping together, but we still never told anyone about what happened at my party.
Looking back on it, I was never actually that into her. My mum had firmly drilled it into me to respect girls, so I never actually cheated on her, but she did end up dumping me because I was such a flirt. I think I became a bit of a player then, I didn't sleep around, far from it, but I was the kind of guy that kept moving from girl to girl. Being in a band I did get a lot of attention, especially when we got on TV. Of course that was Junior Eurovision and I cringe just thinking of it, but it was a big break for us. Busted performed on that show and were at the height of their fame, I think I passed James in the corridor at one point and he didn't even acknowledge me. Ironic, really.
I was too busy being interested in girls, parties and my band to focus on my schoolwork, and my GCSEs suffered as a result. I wasn't bothered really, it was never my plan to do A Levels, and as long as I could do something to do with music I was fine. I enrolled on a music technology course and threw myself into a crowd of new girls at college, while my first girlfriend, the first girl I ever slept with, went to a different sixth form college. I didn't see her again for months. We met again though, at a mutual friends party in May last year. After spending the evening talking, we ended up getting back together. We dated pretty steadily for about 3 months, but then I joined Son Of Dork. I quit college, moved to London, and our relationship ended.
I met Hannah last September, and we became friends pretty much straight away. The more I got to know her, the more I liked her, and I think everyone around us just took it for granted we were going to end up together. When it came down to it, however, I found myself kind of avoiding taking that plunge, because I was worried. Worried because I knew what I'd been like with girls before, worried I was going to revert back to sleazy Steve, worried I would end up hurting her. Worried because here was a girl I actually really liked. Today, 10 months later, I can say that Hannah's the most serious girlfriend I've had, and I care about her more than I've cared about any other girl. Why I'm admitting this in a public place I don't know, but sleazy Steve has turned into soppy Steve, and you can't bear your soul, especially about losing your virginity, without getting something back, so I expect the dirt to be dished at some point, people. I don't usually wear my heart on my sleeve.
This was way too long, so I'll leave you with another amateur video, watch it with the volume low, you have been warned. I'll also leave you with the news that the way to my bands hearts are toy aeroplanes, now England are out I'm supporting Italy, there is now an internet religion called Rushtonism(!), and I've found my new userinfo graphic. LOOOOOOL.
I never told anyone about it, which is probably a good thing because it turned out she was still a couple of months short of turning 16 herself, and I could have got in a lot of trouble. After avoiding her for a few days, I tried to salvage the situation and asked her out. She accepted. Once she hit 16 I think both her mates and mine assumed we were sleeping together, but we still never told anyone about what happened at my party.
Looking back on it, I was never actually that into her. My mum had firmly drilled it into me to respect girls, so I never actually cheated on her, but she did end up dumping me because I was such a flirt. I think I became a bit of a player then, I didn't sleep around, far from it, but I was the kind of guy that kept moving from girl to girl. Being in a band I did get a lot of attention, especially when we got on TV. Of course that was Junior Eurovision and I cringe just thinking of it, but it was a big break for us. Busted performed on that show and were at the height of their fame, I think I passed James in the corridor at one point and he didn't even acknowledge me. Ironic, really.
I was too busy being interested in girls, parties and my band to focus on my schoolwork, and my GCSEs suffered as a result. I wasn't bothered really, it was never my plan to do A Levels, and as long as I could do something to do with music I was fine. I enrolled on a music technology course and threw myself into a crowd of new girls at college, while my first girlfriend, the first girl I ever slept with, went to a different sixth form college. I didn't see her again for months. We met again though, at a mutual friends party in May last year. After spending the evening talking, we ended up getting back together. We dated pretty steadily for about 3 months, but then I joined Son Of Dork. I quit college, moved to London, and our relationship ended.
I met Hannah last September, and we became friends pretty much straight away. The more I got to know her, the more I liked her, and I think everyone around us just took it for granted we were going to end up together. When it came down to it, however, I found myself kind of avoiding taking that plunge, because I was worried. Worried because I knew what I'd been like with girls before, worried I was going to revert back to sleazy Steve, worried I would end up hurting her. Worried because here was a girl I actually really liked. Today, 10 months later, I can say that Hannah's the most serious girlfriend I've had, and I care about her more than I've cared about any other girl. Why I'm admitting this in a public place I don't know, but sleazy Steve has turned into soppy Steve, and you can't bear your soul, especially about losing your virginity, without getting something back, so I expect the dirt to be dished at some point, people. I don't usually wear my heart on my sleeve.
This was way too long, so I'll leave you with another amateur video, watch it with the volume low, you have been warned. I'll also leave you with the news that the way to my bands hearts are toy aeroplanes, now England are out I'm supporting Italy, there is now an internet religion called Rushtonism(!), and I've found my new userinfo graphic. LOOOOOOL.
