The Virginity Project celebrates a first of a different kind today. The first story we have ever received from Iceland and it’s a cracker, unless of course you have red hair in which case, its just plain old reddist. That asides, this is a story with a bit of charm and to that end, I have edited and corrected as little as possible in order to allow the story to retain its true flavour.
Today’s author conducted much of her virginity loss pre-amble with notes passed across a school classroom. Wouldn’t it be great if she still had those notes? It made me think about my own collection of ‘stuff’. Somewhere in my brother’s attic I have a box filled with notebooks, diaries, photos, tickets for gigs and god knows what else. All those amazing summers I spent in Greece with my best friends, living in a bamboo hut by the sea, we would write down our dreams every morning in a notebook (one in particular involved stuffing a giraffe down a toilet, that one always stuck in my mind..), we would jot and draw and later we would fill the pages with drunken rants….all those books still exist. The last time I found them, I spent a night crying with laughter at our teenage brilliance, originality and, at times, complete stupidity. We didn’t know how funny we were but we were.
I wonder if today’s youth will have the same physical reminders of their own funny youth’s (?) because we do so much digital communication now. We have ‘e tickets’ instead of the real thing, texts can’t be kept, photos don’t get printed out, we write on laptops instead of in diaries, nobody ever thinks to send a post card these days…our formative years could easily get consigned to memory if we’re not careful. To this end, if you’ve got diaries and photos, for goodness sakes hold onto them. And if you have virginity loss love notes and diary entries…and you’re feeling really brave…we love transcripts here at The Virginity Project…in return, I have no idea if I ever wrote about my own virginity loss in my teenage diary but next time I get up into that attic, I’m going to find out and tell you.
‘My Name is Iris and I was born in 1987 in Reykjavík, Iceland. I lost my virginity when I was 15 years old.
There was this red-haired boy in my class that had been in ‘love’ with me for a really long time. Because he was a red haired guy, I did not pay NO attention to him whatsoever (of course, because red haired people were geeks, that's just written in teenager's unwritten rules).
Okay, so we were in class, just minding our business and studying, he sent me a note (you know what I am talking about. These funny notes kids send to each other all the time at class; funny drawings of the teacher, ‘love’ notes, jokes and etc) and in that note it said ‘Hey what's up?’
I sent him a note back ‘Good, what about you?
He sent me another one back ‘I'm good; want to hang out sometime soon?
I hesitated, but I sent him another note back ‘yeah sure...’
And so he sent me a note back with a big smile on it and then with a question that shook me....’:) Are you a virgin?....’
I sent him a note back, telling him no (because I didn't want to look like a girl who DIDN'T had sex....trying to act cool and all that.
So.....the hot air started to fill the classroom when he sent me another note ‘Want to help me? I'm a virgin..’
I said on the note back to him ‘yeah sure... when?
I got a note back within seconds after I had sent him mine:
‘A.S.A.P please :)’
I told him to meet me right after school at his house, just get it over with...
He then replied ‘I can't after school, gotta go shopping with my sister....’
So, I told him: ‘This Friday after school’. He agreed to that...
SO, because I WAS a virgin, I had to prepare.... I put myself in ALL KINDS of positions at home, did gymnastic stuff. I stuck some things into my lovely vagina to make it look like I had been having sex before…
The saga continues, Friday came.
After school I called him, asked him if it was still on and he screamed YES... so I walked to his house, rang the bell and entered his home....
‘Uhhhm...you want a drink or something? My parents aren't home and they got a closet full of alcohol’ He said kind of nervous.
I acted all cool and ‘used’ to this situation, and replied ‘No lets just get into your room right now...’
We got to his room and I sat on his bed, already undressing myself when he said ‘Uhm. aren't we suppose to get a foreplay or something, to make you wet and horny?’
‘NO that's just myths, it's easy’ I said... all ego! (But I was DYING I was so nervous and really didn't know what I was doing)
Okay, he agreed to that, and naked we got and on his bed naked we got together.....
He went on top, put on his condom.... I just laid there, didn't know what the FUCK I was suppose to do... was I suppose to help him? Finding the whole? Or was it just in guy's instinct to find the right whole?
He found the whole... had some problems putting it in (of course,,, I was a virgin) and in he got......
Some back and forwards.... and then some more until he came...
‘Okay! That was fun’ I said.
‘Yeah this was great’ he said back....
‘Okay.... I'm gonna go home now, see you in school after the weekend’ I said and left....
And on my way home I thought to myself ‘How fucking cool am I now??? I aint no virgin no more......’ that was the top of my day....
But when it came to Monday, and gym class begun at school I saw that EVERYONE was whispering and pointing fingers at everyone...
THEN I thought..... ‘DAMN, i just lost my VIRGINITY to a fucking LOSER’ .....
hahahahahaha........’
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