I Made My First Boyfriend Look Bad

We were in the tenth grade and he asked me if I wanted a ride home on his bike. I was prohibited from riding a bike. Period. I had to say no, and line up for the bus. He followed the bus all the way to my bus stop, and rode beside me while I walked to my house. Before I went in he popped the question 'did I want to be his girlfriend?'

He kissed my lips. I walked into my house and screamed. I was his girlfriend, I wasn't going to die virgin.

My parents didn't agree. Certainly not my father. My mother reminded him of what he did when she was sixteen. Boyfriends are trouble. No. That was the consensus.

The next day I let him give me a ride. We waited for the bus to get to my stop, then I walked home.

Over the following weeks I disobeyed more and more, and I let him take my virginity. He betrayed me, told his friend. Seven weeks from the day he asked me to be his girlfriend. Not a record by any imagination, too long if you measured how long the other boys took to pop their girlfriend. Too long.

That's what one of my friends told me, she hung out with an upper classman. Why didn't I think of him? Now he's a loser.