Well, this just came to mind. I had sex the first time when I was 15, with my boyfriend, Steve. I had made a conscious decision that that night would be the night. Boy was he happy! But then I almost immediately broke up with him. I had been so curious as to what it was all about….and it was about nothing, apparently.
Several years later, when I was 19 or so, my girlfriend and I ran into him and another guy at the mall. They’d rented a hotel room to watch the Superbowl on, and invited us up. We went.
This guy’s father started hitting on me (shudder.)
Steve said, “Dad. Back off. That’s my girl.” Well, no. I wasn’t. And hadn’t been for years.
A bit later he mentioned that we had had something very special together (he had taken my virginity.) I said, “That wasn’t anything special.”
We left not long after.