Commemorating Over Regreting

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today and it was 6:40am. Roman was supposed to wake me up a lot earlier, so I called him and took the form of a grouchy dame. He never wakes up because the lazy ass has a minimum requirement of 9 hours sleep a day. After telling him, I'd go back to sleep but he had better be near Ditmas soon, I went back to sleep for a little less than 20 minutes. I woke up when he called, telling me he was already there.

Got ready, snuck out of the house before my Dad woke up for work. He's still under the illusion that Regents week doesn't signify no school.

Took the bus to F.D.R. High School by Roman's house because Ditmas Junior High School's yard was sort of full with middle schoolers. He was a real jerk and made me run 5 laps around the yard. My word, big yard. (Shush, no contradictions, please.) Eventually, I kicked his ass in tennis. :D

When we were good and not-sweaty ('cause you really can't sweat in the winter unless you decide to punish your body with the help of a fitness guru), we left and went to CVS. The goal was to get me a mouth guard because I grind my teeth, but the prices were $20 and up, and I didn't really need one that badly, anyway. We ended up purchasing shaving cream, St. Ive's Whipped Silk body lotion, and Dove body wash for me.

Roman had a package to mail internationally to Canada for an Ebay customer of his, so we went to the post office. The line was long but we watched the last episode of Gossip Girls -- well, just the end -- and listened to Love Grows (Where My Rosemary Goes) by Edison Lighthouse. It's so addictive humming the beginning of it. (You'll see.) It didn't take too long. We didn't have any breakfast except for the shared rice krispie, so we stopped at the 7/11 near his house and picked up breakfast sandwiches which came with free sodas, or "Big Gulps."

It was already 10:30 when we got home. We started watching Good Will Hunting while eating our sandwiches and some Special K. Then Roman had to shower because he stunk after tennis and additional "heavy" weight lifting. I helped. Then it was my turn.

I didn't really redress after my shower because Roman decided he wanted to give me a full body massage. I obliged.

Cutting to the chase, nothing happened. Okay, I lied. You got me!

I might have been reluctant to put on clothing...I just feel tons better -- and by 'better', I mean, comfortable -- naked. It's natural, after all. This is fun...trying to make myself sound less lascivious than I actually am. I was framed.

Lots of cuddliness and touchiness was involved post-massage. Feeling really brazen, I guess, I decided to allow an anatomy lesson to be held, in the deep south. Oh, yeah, wasn't I supposed to cut to the chase? He broke my hymen except I didn't notice until I put back on my favorite underwear and he pointed out the red splotch of blood toward the back. My period was over Sunday, so that wasn't it.

It definitely hurt, but I suppose I was expecting worse or something. The sensation was more odd than painful and since it was a new one, I don't think I was sensual enough to differentiate pain from normal. At most, it stung, to me. Most importantly (I guess), still a virgin.

Roman unclothed way later than I did, but okay, credit where credit is due. I met his male parts, which made me shriek in plain, old creeped-out-ness. Not so bad overall when squishing. It's because I'm not so much a visual creature than a sensual one.

In conclusion, I am way too cheeky. I hope I don't become a nymphomaniac...

It still hurts down there though, but more accurately, it stings a bit.