Having gone to a private Catholic school for K-8, sexuality had always been this sketchy alley that hardly anyone dared go down. I’d say I was allured to that alley at a young-ish age, but judging how my fellow classmates act, I don’t feel any sort of guilt or regret.

The summer of my Sophomore year came around, and the opportunity to do it with this one girl I was knocking around with arose plenty of times. We had known each other for a few years and were good friends. I kind of figured that was enough to have relations with another person. I could always tell that something would probably happen between us. We ended up getting it on at my place on a cool summer’s evening. It was a lot awkward fumbling and I stubbed my toes a couple times but intercourse did in fact occur.

A couple weeks later I found out from Facebook that she was seeing someone else. I was hurt and depressed. The whole matter was very confusing. I blame hormones.