Wednesday, February 29, 2012

24. Sexually active teens

Now I know that from my last post, it seemed like ALL Henry* and I did was fight. And we did fight quite a bit, but there were good days as well.

Even though I had sex way too young and it hurt like hell, eventually I got to where it wasn't so bad. I'm not one of those people that will say the more I had sex, the more I enjoyed it because it really was a few years later that I got to where I WANTED sex bad. But me being the good girlfriend that I was, played along.

I remember one night in particular that Henry and I did our usual date - dinner at our local hole in the wall Mexican restaurant, and then we decided to rent a movie to take back to his place. Then we got to talking on the way home, and he asked if I wanted to have sex before we went back. Sure!

We drove for about 45 minutes all through the country back roads to try to find a spot that was secluded enough for us to park his car. We seriously drove past the place we ended up stopping three times before he finally stopped there. I finally convinced him to stop or it wasn't going to happen. So we stopped. And we did.


On a completely different occasion, Henry and I were just hanging out in his room (door open) listening to music. We started talking about getting busy, and then kinda got after it. Not full-on sex, but the fun stuff leading up to it. While I was helping Henry out, his twin brother Heath* walked in on us. Heath then jumped on the bed as I scooted up the bed to cover Henry up. Heath could be an ass like that sometimes.


And here's one more embarrassing story pertaining to mine and Henry's sex life.

One night, Henry and I were hanging out in his room. I had brought over a camera and we were taking pictures together. This very rarely happened (us taking pictures), so I loved every second of it. This was also back before everyone and their mother had a digital camera, so he told me he couldn't wait to get them developed to see how good we looked together. Then he kept telling me how pretty I was and stuff like that. He knew how to sweet talk with the best of them.

Next thing I know, Henry and I are deep into foreplay when his dad barges into his room. We both freeze, and his dad goes "Uhhh Henry, when you're done there, come in the living room. We need to talk." I was super embarrassed. Henry looks at me and said "You heard him; we can finish up." UHH NO THANK YOU,  HENRY. I'm not about to "finish up" when your dad just walked in on us. I made him go in the living room to see what his dad wanted to talk to him about.

I thought the way the dad barged in, we were going to get in HUGE trouble and his dad was going to call my mom. Henry said that his dad just wanted to tell him that his oldest brother would be in town the next week, and what the plans were as far as that was concerned. Henry then left to come back to the room and he goes "Oh and Henry, next time, just lock your door. Or wait until I go to bed."

And that was it. I was still super embarrassed and could hardly look at his dad at all. But that was all he said about it.

So there you have it. Being sexually active at a young age is dumb because you have to sneak around all the time and 9 times out of 10 you get caught and you will be super embarrassed.

My name is Blake*, and sex changes everything.

*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent

Monday, February 27, 2012

23. Hello dress that made me feel like a sex kitten!

Tonight's post brought to you by....TEQUILA! (some coworkers and I went out for happy hour after work. OOPS. Blog post commence.

In my last post, I admitted that I became sexually active at WAY too early an age. As you can imagine, this changed my view about everything. Henry* and I had been fighting almost nonstop for almost three months by the time the sexual activity rolled around. I really wanted to break things off with him, but I didn't really know how to. Especially because he was my very first boyfriend.

Me being the SUPER SHALLOW person that I was, realized that it was roughly two months until Henry's senior prom, and I didn't want to break up with him and leave him stranded just before his prom. That, and I went to prom as a freshman the year before and didn't want to miss out on the opportunity to go again.

Also, my family decided to take me prom dress shopping shortly after the sex too, and I found a dress that made me look sexy as hell. Therefore, I decided to stick it out. Because I'm a shallow bitch. But I realize that now.

I bought my dress just before spring break from a department store. It was black, floor length, slimming (but I was a size 6 so everything was slimming), and had mesh plus beadwork detailing on a large portion on my back. Like almost to my crack. On the front, it had mesh plus beadwork detailing for a large portion of my stomach as well. I felt like a sex goddess in the dress.

We got the dress at a reasonable price, then it sat in the back of my closet for the next two months while I endured through all the fighting Henry and I were doing.

My name is Blake*, and I know I'm shallow. I can't excuse my actions.

*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent

Sunday, February 26, 2012

22. The day I became a woman (at too young an age)

I should have known that the random fighting for no reason would eventually ruin Henry* and I. No one should argue as much as we did, especially at the ages of 18 and 16. What did we have to be unhappy about?

After Valentine's Day, I started feeling like we needed to break up. I couldn't exactly explain why, I just felt like it needed to happen. I think he could sense that I felt that way, and started to be super nice and sweet to me. It reminded me of how our relationship was in the beginning.

March 7th is a day that will go down in infamy in the history of Blake*.
It was a Saturday, and we made our usual date plans to go and get dinner and a movie. Henry's parents were separated, and one of them was out of town for the entire weekend. We made plans all week that this would be the night we finally had sex. At that point, I was the only one of my friends still holding on to my virginity, Lizzie* and Tony* had been having sex for a couple months. They even asked me multiple times why I hadn't "given it up yet."

We actually went to a local steakhouse, where he splurged more money on me. I'm sure it was all in the effort to prove to me that he did love me (we had been saying "I love you" for a couple weeks at that point), and that all the fighting wasn't going to break us apart. While we were out to dinner, I was so nervous about what was coming that I convinced him to skip the movie so we could just go back to his parent's place an "get it overwith." Luckily he didn't take offense to that because he knew how nervous I was. Heath* knew what was going on, so he stayed away from the house until way later in the evening.

I wish I could say that it was magical and I loved it. But first time sex is awful and horrible. I was so nervous that I had a hard time...preparing for it all, and he finally helped me out. As soon as he was inside me, I started crying. NOTHING can prepare you for the first time you have sex. I had been told by lots of people that it hurt the first time, but I just had no idea how bad it would hurt. Because I was crying, he asked if I wanted to stop. I told him no, that I just wanted to get it over with. He felt bad that he was making me cry so he stopped. I literally curled up in a ball on his bed and laid there for a while. Henry kept asking what he could do to make me feel better. Nothing could have helped.

Later on in the night, we got into the hot tub to try to relax. We were attempting to try again in the hot tub, but it was just too painful for me. It was while we were out in the hot tub that Henry's brother Heath came home with his girlfriend. He came out, yelled "I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING!" And ran back inside the house. Henry and I decided that having sex that night was a lost cause, so we got out of the hot tub and went inside. I then returned home later that night and acted as if nothing happened.

My name is Blake, and I lost my virginity at the age of 16. I thought I was old enough to deal with everything that meant, but looking back on it I know I was entirely WAY too young to have sex then. I hope that if ANY 16 year old girls are reading this, they will listen to me when I say HOLD ON TO IT FOR A WHILE LONGER! It will be worth it eventually. I promise.

*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent

Saturday, February 25, 2012

21. First time I started HATING Valentine's Day

*As a warning, this post is being written while sipping on some yummy blackberry Merlot. May the post commence*

In light of the recent holiday (Single's Awareness Day for my fellow single ladies out there), I thought it was appropriate to skip ahead to my first BIG Valentine's Day with a boyfriend. At this point, Henry* and I had been together for about six months. He and I had our routine every weekend. Since we lived so far away, we usually picked either his town or mine to hang out in, and took turns driving back and forth.

When we were in his town, we would go to a local Mexican restaurant, have pretty much the same thing every week, and would spend about $20 between the two of us.

If I remember correctly, Valentine's Day was on a weekday, and either one or both of us had a game that night. So we decided to make plans to hang out that weekend.

Ok, so I'm TERRIBLE at giving gifts to guys. Especially for things like Valentine's Day, where it's CLEARLY a holiday that's meant for guys to buy girls stuff. I decided to decorate a plastic cup for him, fill it with "kisses" (SO CORNY), and his favorite gum. I tried to wrap it creatively, but ended up using colored cling wrap. Whateves. I honestly don't even really remember what he got me. I think he hand picked me some roses (which I thought was AWESOME) and maybe got me something else? I don't really remember.

Instead of doing our usual routine, he decided to switch it up and take me to a nicer restaurant. It was a restaurant that was in the downtown area, and he had gone to it for prom the year before. It was a little hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant, and I was kind of excited to try it.

We got there, and it was way more fancy than what either of us had dressed for. They gave us our menus, and most of it was seafood. They had a special menu to celebrate the holiday, but unfortunately neither of us found anything that sounded too appetizing to us. It really kind of pissed him off when I asked if we could just leave and go to our usual restaurant.

We went to our usual Mexican restaurant, ordered our usual dinners, and ate in complete silence. He was so mad that the night didn't go as he originally planned, and kind of took it out on me. I'm pretty sure we even got into a little fight about how childish he was being.

We made up within the next couple days, but this Valentine's Day will forever taint all of my future Valentine's Days. I like the idea of having a day to express your love, but I feel like it shouldn't be one day a year of all this grandeur. Plus, when things like my night happen, it can ruin the entire evening. If one thing had gone correctly that night, I don't think I would have started having a bad view of Valentine's Day. But he got pissy about everything, and I ended up going home immediately after the dinner instead of going to a movie like we usually did.

I had a couple Valentine's Day that went okay, but this one was complete shit.

My name is Blake*, and sometimes you just gotta go with the flow. Otherwise, you'll piss your girl off.

*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent

Thursday, February 23, 2012

20. My first New Years Eve that involved alcohol

To be honest, I couldn't even tell you what Henry* got me for Christmas. I feel like it was probably something good. He was a pretty good gift giver, of all things. But we did spend New Years together. I really liked his mom a lot, and she invited me and my mom over for games for New Years. There were also drinks for everyone, and Heath* was there with his new girlfriend. I wasn't sure about the new girlfriend just because Heath had kind of broken the heart of one of my friends. This friend of mine is one of the nicest girls ever, so the fact that he kind of used her made it to where I didn't trust Heath too much.

However, the longer the night went on and the more intoxicated I started to feel, the more I liked her (this later became a good thing).

Henry and I spent a majority of the night just talking and being obnoxious. Then later in the night we kind of got into an argument. I don't remember what it was about or why, but I'm sure it was just because we were both drinking. We fought, I cried, and then we made up. I'm sure it was all just being ridiculous, but either way, it was a fight that shouldn't have happened. I feel like this was the beginning of the many fights that we had until our demise...but that's a story for a later day.

My name is Blake*, and drinking around another couple that tries to make PDA a competition could cause problems for you and your boyfriend (I'm almost positive that's what we fought about that night).

*all names have been changed to protect the innocent and not-so-innocent