Being the last of my friends who still hadn’t lost their virginity made me obsessed with losing it. It happened in Magaluf, Spain (which is known as a party island, I think every teenager in Europe knows about the place) on the first night.

I went there with 3 of my girlfriends and we were so excited for the trip, we discussed sexual options and what we would do if any of us would pick up some guys, we all seemed to be fine with the fact that one of us might be bringing someone to the hotel room. Well I was basically the only one who did.

His name is Brad and he is British, I’ve never talked to him again nor ever seen him since that night. But I remember him as gentle, kind and boy did he adore me. The first time isn’t supposed to be good so I’m actually really glad it wasn’t a big deal and that I didn’t have to deal with the consequences of the awkward bleeding and how incredibly terrible I must’ve been.

Sex isn’t really that big of a deal to me now and I wish I would’ve understood it earlier, so all of the anxiety that was for nothing could’ve been avoidable.