Really Foreigner? The first time? Is that supposed to be some kind of a compliment? Umm.. I’m not sure about you but my first time was well, how can I put this? It was a monumental disaster. Disaster may be too harsh a word, and I’m not even sure it really happened as it was over so fast.
I was 1982 and I was 17 years old, which was considered a pretty old age to lose it, in the South. I had been going with this guy I’ll call W and we were in “love” or so we thought. I can remember Open Arms by Journey was playing and it was in his bedroom while his mom and dad was gone. Like I said it was clumsy, awkward and quick……. I’m talking really really quick. After wards I can remember thinking…. THAT was it? THAT was what all the big fuss is about? I wont lie to you, I was a little less than enthused about the whole thing, but that didn’t keep me from trying it again and again. Over the next four years that we were together we practiced and believe me when I say… practice DOES make perfect. It wasn’t too long that we were doing it like rabbits on viagra every chance we got. …….. and it was gooood. All we had to do was look at each other and we were hot and all over each other like a fat kid on a cupcake. Like Dorothy once said on the Golden Girls, “it was so good we named it!”
Like all good things, eventually we ended, but I took many good memories and sexy times techniques with me. And even today, when I hear a Journey song, I smile and get a little tingle down there.
Thanks to Ri for having me as a guest poster. I hope I did your wonderful blog justice. Come on over and see me sometime on my blog – Are You Serious?