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She’s the first thought on my mind when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think of that before I go to bed at night. Also frequently throughout the day. 20 years or marriage, and six children, and a life that I’m proud of.
The one who technically did so – yeah as they’ve tortured me since they died in 2021 (I was raped).
The one I chose as "the first", yeah she still pops in there from time to time. Happy memories even if I couldn’t be there long term due to her circumstances.
Rarely. But it crosses my mind more often than hers.
Back when we first got internet, I looked her up and sent an email. We were both professors by then. I’d met her in college. And she didn’t remember who I was. That had to be 25 years ago.
But something made me get nostalgic and Google people from college one night when I couldn’t sleep this year, and I looked her up. She’s retired now, too. But the interesting thing that came up was a very long profile of her father, who was a great photographer.
And I read it all because she had told me, as the first of the women I was ever drawn to who were way up there on both axes of the hot/crazy graph, that she was messed up because she had found her father’s body after he killed himself when she was age 12. Which would have been in the mid-1960’s. The profile of her father included interviews and discussions of his work that extended into the 2010’s. Including her and her siblings providing context and perspective.
People lie a lot. I never realized it until my old age, but there are several stories in my life of people who made up stuff like that and I have no idea why. So while I have only the vaguest recollection of the weeks I knew this woman, and they weren’t the most interesting weeks in my life, I am fascinated by what would cause someone to make up such a dramatic story.
I think of him occasionally. It’s a sweet memory. We were so young and bumbling! It was consensual, though, no "taking" involved. First time for us both. Both age 17, right after high school graduation.
Every day, I’m married to him…he didn’t really take it…we both consented in the back seat of his 63 chevy that he and his uncle made into a standard transmission and it never started the way it was supposed to. I was a junior in high school and he was a junior at the university but he graduated when he was only 17 and I graduated when I was 18…so it wasn’t like he was robbing the cradle. Although, he is a few years older than I.
Every now and again, but without any strong emotion. Mostly when someone asks a question like this or just through a social media post. To be honest, even though I wasnt his first, I suspect he has thought of me more often over the years than vise versa.
Once in a great while. I avoid looking her up. She moved 3 states away when we were 16, I hitch hiked to her new home once, it was awkward meeting her new guy lol. She contacted me 35 years later on Classmates.com, but there wasn’t really anything to risk my marriage over. She seemed to have a good life, I had a good life, so there was that.
About once a week, and then I realize that I still feel the same way about her as I did all those years ago. I still want to see her ground up into bitch dust.
Every time I think of a bad person / girlfriend. I don’t equate her to having taken my virginity. I was surprised to think, "Oh yeah, I lost my virginity to her."
Really only when the conversation is around virginity.
People getting pressed about the word "took" is hilarious. "They didn’t take it I gave it!" The recipient in the context is still the same, and they took it. You’re the one putting a gross connotation on the word.
Rarely. Usually when my mother accidentally calls my partner by her name. Or when my partner pokes fun at me and tells me “Lisa” wouldn’t put up with that. It was almost 45 years ago.
I 4think about the experience more than her but yea, once every year or so. I will say that reading through this thread it does amaze me the number of people that don’t remember who you lost your virginity with. That for me was a big deal as a teen boy.
Until now never on my own. Maybe 20 years ago his cousin told me he had a heart attack and died which is sad for his family but I didn’t feel emotional about it
Only when I cross his path in town, small towns suck that way. I was raped when I was 18 by a guy I was on a date with at a party. I managed to tell one person and she made me feel that it was my fault. It really messed me up. Five years after he did that to me he went to prison for doing it to 5 others. He’s back living in the same small town us girls live in and I hate it.
Infrequently, maybe once a year or so. It was a mistake to lose it with her, and she doesn’t warrant a lot of thought.
My advice to younger people would be to not be afraid of sex, but it’s good if the first person you share that with is someone you’ll want to remember sharing that with.
Never ever. It was worth a college girl while I was high school. But I was a gay kid. So it was not as fun as it was when I was with a guy the first time.
Him on the other hand, I think of often. He was such a sweetheart.
Occasionally. Sometimes news articles remind me because he was Asian and I was 14. However, it was a one off meeting and consensual. No grooming involved.
I’ve talked to him daily for decades now and he’s one of my closest friends, so a lot. But I rarely remember that specific aspect of our long history together.
Every few months with mild disgust. A pair of twins who were 20 groomed me when I was 15. Eventually gave me liquor at a party at their house and then took advantage of me. One full i/c, one not. Then gave me crabs. They were in college but from my hometown so they also told everyone I was a slut who gave them an STD. I was a super smart young woman, very accomplished, and they really did a number on my self esteem. It took me over a decade to believe in myself again. Never dated in high school or college after that. Got into an abusive relationship at 29 for 13 years. Finally well adjusted and got married at 49. The one who took my virginity is well-respected and engaged to an old friend. 🙄
Took? I really dislike that terminology. I know, that’s fairly picky. I just don’t like the connotations.
Anyway, I haven’t thought about the first guy I had sex with in years. When I do, I usually remember that time my bestie and I snuck Dad’s station wagon out to go visit those particular boys in the middle of the night and when we got back to the car it wouldn’t start! We walked down the block until we saw a house with lights on (boys parents obviously didn’t know we were there either so that was a no go) and knocked.
They were so nice! They found some gunny sacks and laid them across the back bumper of my dad’s car and pushed us with their own car all the way back home. I’m pretty sure they knew we snuck it out.
So we tried to push it up the driveway into the garage, my friend and I, and couldn’t! Slight incline. We then remembered that sugar would give you a brief energy boost so we snuck inside and swallowed a couple tablespoons each. And it worked!
We got it in the garage and I snuck the keys back where they belonged.
Next day was a school day, I got home and the car was on jacks and my dad was all like idk lol.
Flywheel had broken a tooth off. Was an Olds cutlass wagon with wood paneling
Nobody took anything from me. Don’t give a crap about the nonsense concept of “virginity” either. I pretty much never think about the first person I had PIV sex with, if that’s what you are wondering.
I think of her maybe a few times over maybe five years. Of course, I’m thinking about her now, but she’s so long ago that there’s no reason for me to think of her
He shows up in my dreams on a regular basis. Not because we had sex but because we dated for many years during hs and college. My dreams like to feature hs and this particular boyfriend. No idea why!!! I don’t often think of him when awake. More frequently, I think of his mom. She was an amazing cook, and I still make some of her recipes
She still does after 54 years. I was 20, she was 43. I was leaving for boot camp then AIT then on to Flight School as a chopper pilot and Vietnam.
My chance of getting home in one piece were 50/50, maybe. It depended on where they put me.
She was the bar waitress at the bowling alley and had the hots for my dad. He might have been tapping her, never really came out with it. Good looking for the times. Took me on a 3 day ride. Taught me a lot about what a woman wants from a man in the bedroom and in general.
I got home 27 months later to find that she had developed cancer and didn’t survive. Still think about her to this day. Dad never did come clean but sure seems to know a whole lot about that 3 days I was MIA before getting on the train to Chicago. He died in 73. I think he took a lot to his grave with him.
I still consider her my friend, although we often go years at a time without speaking. She did visit me a couple of years ago.
Her mother is in the same retirement home as my mother, so I will often see her mother when I visit my mother. When she visits her mother she will often see my mother. One time I was talking to my mother on the phone while my mother was out for a walk, and she was walking the other direction, so we chatted.
Nothing but fond memories, and glad we could part as friends.
Not very often. Virginity is overrated anyhow, like somehow we magically change states of being when penetration happens even if we’ve done many other things already 🤣
You mean the bastard who stole my virginity when I was 15 by date raping me? And then was arrested as an adult for luring teen boys to a hotel room? He’s not worth my time, except when I fondly imagine him rotting in his mother’s basement.
(M) A lot lol. Just because I was pretty clumsy and not really taking the time to enjoy it, rather than just like rushing it. I constantly fantasize about getting a do over lol.
Now n then. In our 20s. Sex drive was so strong we’d do it everywhere when she was on her period in public park just insane young crazy abandon sex. It really helps keep a couple together I think. Not that it’s the only thing but you share that vulnerable animal part of you and there’s a non verbal special communion between you. At 64 it’s left me. I hate that. Yes there’s pills but when young I could hang a wet towel off of it. You didn’t need to think about it or take pills you were an undeniable sexual force and it felt great it felt like being alive. I don’t want to be as crazy as that but I’d like something
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Uh. Just now.
I’m still a virgin according to my mother.
Most days
Pretty often.
…but they didn’t take anything. I gave it willingly.
“Took.” Ew.
NEVAH!
Thanks for the memory. I hope they are dead!
maybe once a year.
More often, if the itching returns.
I married him….48 yrs ago.
Rarely
Once every 4 or 5 years.
Hah. Never.
Rarely and without sentiment
She’s the first thought on my mind when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think of that before I go to bed at night. Also frequently throughout the day. 20 years or marriage, and six children, and a life that I’m proud of.
They would have to be worth remembering, and they aren’t
Well, thanks for that.
Just now.
He was a jerk and he is dead. No loss there.
Pretty often, but then, I married her.
Never. I’m not exactly sure who did. I didn’t sleep around but it was 40 years ago, completely unremarkable so yeah, never.
The one who technically did so – yeah as they’ve tortured me since they died in 2021 (I was raped).
The one I chose as "the first", yeah she still pops in there from time to time. Happy memories even if I couldn’t be there long term due to her circumstances.
Relatively frequently. We’re facebook friends
Never until you asked.
Literally never, unless a question like this comes up
I don’t even think of him when I think of the high school i went to where i met him
Once in a blue moon. I haven’t thought about her in a long time. Especially since it was a one night stand.
We are still friends and swap emails somewhat regularly, so weekly at least.
Essentially never.
Rarely but it was over 50 years ago
24/7. I’m looking at him right now.
Frequently. And, ahem, my virginity was freely given.
Every day! We just celebrated our 32nd wedding anniversary. We were both virgins until we got married.
daily
Never except when I see posts asking about it.
Rarely. But it crosses my mind more often than hers.
Back when we first got internet, I looked her up and sent an email. We were both professors by then. I’d met her in college. And she didn’t remember who I was. That had to be 25 years ago.
But something made me get nostalgic and Google people from college one night when I couldn’t sleep this year, and I looked her up. She’s retired now, too. But the interesting thing that came up was a very long profile of her father, who was a great photographer.
And I read it all because she had told me, as the first of the women I was ever drawn to who were way up there on both axes of the hot/crazy graph, that she was messed up because she had found her father’s body after he killed himself when she was age 12. Which would have been in the mid-1960’s. The profile of her father included interviews and discussions of his work that extended into the 2010’s. Including her and her siblings providing context and perspective.
People lie a lot. I never realized it until my old age, but there are several stories in my life of people who made up stuff like that and I have no idea why. So while I have only the vaguest recollection of the weeks I knew this woman, and they weren’t the most interesting weeks in my life, I am fascinated by what would cause someone to make up such a dramatic story.
Pretty much all day, every day.
Shh — he’s sitting right here.
Never, nobody took it though, I had sex for the first time many years ago, uneventful, never think of it.
Lol never until just now
Well, i married him so…
Took it??
Like implying I wasn’t in full agreement?
Weird term
Frequently. I had a dream about him recently, too.
I think of him occasionally. It’s a sweet memory. We were so young and bumbling! It was consensual, though, no "taking" involved. First time for us both. Both age 17, right after high school graduation.
Wish him dead a few times a year, but otherwise never crosses my mind. Questions like this usually initiate the thought.
Every day, I’m married to him…he didn’t really take it…we both consented in the back seat of his 63 chevy that he and his uncle made into a standard transmission and it never started the way it was supposed to. I was a junior in high school and he was a junior at the university but he graduated when he was only 17 and I graduated when I was 18…so it wasn’t like he was robbing the cradle. Although, he is a few years older than I.
Every now and again, but without any strong emotion. Mostly when someone asks a question like this or just through a social media post. To be honest, even though I wasnt his first, I suspect he has thought of me more often over the years than vise versa.
Once in a great while. I avoid looking her up. She moved 3 states away when we were 16, I hitch hiked to her new home once, it was awkward meeting her new guy lol. She contacted me 35 years later on Classmates.com, but there wasn’t really anything to risk my marriage over. She seemed to have a good life, I had a good life, so there was that.
Never, unless someone asks or I have a reason to.
(Shudders)
Only when I see questions like this. Mind you that event happened 55+ years ago.
Pretty much never. Maybe when he pops up on FB.
About once a week, and then I realize that I still feel the same way about her as I did all those years ago. I still want to see her ground up into bitch dust.
I see them frequently. We’re quite close.
Every time I think of a bad person / girlfriend. I don’t equate her to having taken my virginity. I was surprised to think, "Oh yeah, I lost my virginity to her."
All the time… I married him and he took me again last night 😉
We shared a couple of kids, got divorced. We’re friends now that we’re old. We grew up together, same schools & culture. We still connect.
Who?
It was 54 years ago so rarely, if ever.
About as often as I think about the Roman Empire.
Really only when the conversation is around virginity.
People getting pressed about the word "took" is hilarious. "They didn’t take it I gave it!" The recipient in the context is still the same, and they took it. You’re the one putting a gross connotation on the word.
Almost never.
Never. That was 1/3 of a century ago. He turned out to be a jerk, and ive done so much better.
Rarely. Usually when my mother accidentally calls my partner by her name. Or when my partner pokes fun at me and tells me “Lisa” wouldn’t put up with that. It was almost 45 years ago.
Never
I’m 69 and maybe 10 years ago when I ran into some dumb question like this on reddit?
I 4think about the experience more than her but yea, once every year or so. I will say that reading through this thread it does amaze me the number of people that don’t remember who you lost your virginity with. That for me was a big deal as a teen boy.
I married her. Been a fun almost 30 years so far.
She aggravates me daily so I often think of her.
Almost never.
“Took”? Just patriarchal and gross.
We’ve been married a long time, so pretty often
Never, until now. Thanks for that.
Daily. We recently celebrated our 27th anniversary.
“Took”?
Until now never on my own. Maybe 20 years ago his cousin told me he had a heart attack and died which is sad for his family but I didn’t feel emotional about it
Only when I cross his path in town, small towns suck that way. I was raped when I was 18 by a guy I was on a date with at a party. I managed to tell one person and she made me feel that it was my fault. It really messed me up. Five years after he did that to me he went to prison for doing it to 5 others. He’s back living in the same small town us girls live in and I hate it.
Infrequently, maybe once a year or so. It was a mistake to lose it with her, and she doesn’t warrant a lot of thought.
My advice to younger people would be to not be afraid of sex, but it’s good if the first person you share that with is someone you’ll want to remember sharing that with.
Never.
Never ever. It was worth a college girl while I was high school. But I was a gay kid. So it was not as fun as it was when I was with a guy the first time.
Him on the other hand, I think of often. He was such a sweetheart.
No one took it. I willingly gave it away lol
Occasionally. Sometimes news articles remind me because he was Asian and I was 14. However, it was a one off meeting and consensual. No grooming involved.
Zero
Took it where?? Grocery shopping? 👀
I’ve talked to him daily for decades now and he’s one of my closest friends, so a lot. But I rarely remember that specific aspect of our long history together.
They almost never come to mind. And when they do, 90% of the time it doesn’t has to do with sex. "taking virginity" is a lie
We ended up best friends so, I don’t know, three or so times a day when we want to talk about kids or recipes or which joint is sore.
Every few months with mild disgust. A pair of twins who were 20 groomed me when I was 15. Eventually gave me liquor at a party at their house and then took advantage of me. One full i/c, one not. Then gave me crabs. They were in college but from my hometown so they also told everyone I was a slut who gave them an STD. I was a super smart young woman, very accomplished, and they really did a number on my self esteem. It took me over a decade to believe in myself again. Never dated in high school or college after that. Got into an abusive relationship at 29 for 13 years. Finally well adjusted and got married at 49. The one who took my virginity is well-respected and engaged to an old friend. 🙄
Never
once a month or so
Almost never.
I wouldn’t say she ‘took’ it. She received it, with the polite gingerness usually reserved for your tomcat’s gift of a dead mouse.
Once every few yrs lol
Took? I really dislike that terminology. I know, that’s fairly picky. I just don’t like the connotations.
Anyway, I haven’t thought about the first guy I had sex with in years. When I do, I usually remember that time my bestie and I snuck Dad’s station wagon out to go visit those particular boys in the middle of the night and when we got back to the car it wouldn’t start! We walked down the block until we saw a house with lights on (boys parents obviously didn’t know we were there either so that was a no go) and knocked.
They were so nice! They found some gunny sacks and laid them across the back bumper of my dad’s car and pushed us with their own car all the way back home. I’m pretty sure they knew we snuck it out.
So we tried to push it up the driveway into the garage, my friend and I, and couldn’t! Slight incline. We then remembered that sugar would give you a brief energy boost so we snuck inside and swallowed a couple tablespoons each. And it worked!
We got it in the garage and I snuck the keys back where they belonged.
Next day was a school day, I got home and the car was on jacks and my dad was all like idk lol.
Flywheel had broken a tooth off. Was an Olds cutlass wagon with wood paneling
Nobody took anything from me. Don’t give a crap about the nonsense concept of “virginity” either. I pretty much never think about the first person I had PIV sex with, if that’s what you are wondering.
Rarely if ever
So rarely. And I gave it away.
It’s a strange phrase, “took my virginity” I felt equally involved.
Who? I have literally memory of it.
Maybe five times since I heard she became a school lunch lady 15 years ago.
Almost never
Only when someone brings up the topic. I hope she is doing well but I moved on 30 years ago.
Never. But I don’t think of it as taking, either.
Zero
She still lives in my neighborhood I say hi to her every time I see her Joahn Olivas
Every morning at breakfast.
Never
Only when questions like this come up.
Many many times a day.
Often. I still miss him, but I don’t think we would have worked out.
Hardly at all.
Almost never. Wasn’t that memorable
I think of her maybe a few times over maybe five years. Of course, I’m thinking about her now, but she’s so long ago that there’s no reason for me to think of her
I think of her a few times a year.
We were close friends for many years after but have since drifted apart. I miss her as a friend.
Hope she is doing well.
More often than I’d like.
She became my wife for 33 years until Leukemia took her 26 mths ago.
When I hear the song that was playing or when his birthday comes up on Facebook
Often, considering we live in the same house
Rather not think of it, and the disrespect…
Almost never.
A few times a year. I know he died several years ago.
He shows up in my dreams on a regular basis. Not because we had sex but because we dated for many years during hs and college. My dreams like to feature hs and this particular boyfriend. No idea why!!! I don’t often think of him when awake. More frequently, I think of his mom. She was an amazing cook, and I still make some of her recipes
Everyday-I ended up marrying him 🙂
Never.
Hasn’t in years until this I saw this question.
What a lousy experience that was 🤣
She still does after 54 years. I was 20, she was 43. I was leaving for boot camp then AIT then on to Flight School as a chopper pilot and Vietnam.
My chance of getting home in one piece were 50/50, maybe. It depended on where they put me.
She was the bar waitress at the bowling alley and had the hots for my dad. He might have been tapping her, never really came out with it. Good looking for the times. Took me on a 3 day ride. Taught me a lot about what a woman wants from a man in the bedroom and in general.
I got home 27 months later to find that she had developed cancer and didn’t survive. Still think about her to this day. Dad never did come clean but sure seems to know a whole lot about that 3 days I was MIA before getting on the train to Chicago. He died in 73. I think he took a lot to his grave with him.
Hardly ever. An awkward physical exchange with a friend when we were both 14.
Not worth reminiscing over and haven’t seen or heard from them in 30 years.
Just now for the first time since 1980.
He was unmemorable.
Hardly at all but if I do think of him I figuratively spit on his grave
Rarely, if ever.
Very rarely. It was back in ’64 and I was 14, she was 17. Nothing was taken, I would have given just about anything for the chance.
Literally never.
I occasionally think of her.
I still consider her my friend, although we often go years at a time without speaking. She did visit me a couple of years ago.
Her mother is in the same retirement home as my mother, so I will often see her mother when I visit my mother. When she visits her mother she will often see my mother. One time I was talking to my mother on the phone while my mother was out for a walk, and she was walking the other direction, so we chatted.
Nothing but fond memories, and glad we could part as friends.
Too often
Well he’s my husband, so…😄
All the time, because I married him
Almost never.
Took is a ridiculous phrasing.
Not very often. Virginity is overrated anyhow, like somehow we magically change states of being when penetration happens even if we’ve done many other things already 🤣
You mean the bastard who stole my virginity when I was 15 by date raping me? And then was arrested as an adult for luring teen boys to a hotel room? He’s not worth my time, except when I fondly imagine him rotting in his mother’s basement.
Never anymore
Pretty much only when I see something to remind me, like this post. He’s dead anyway, so not really a thing to wonder about.
(M) A lot lol. Just because I was pretty clumsy and not really taking the time to enjoy it, rather than just like rushing it. I constantly fantasize about getting a do over lol.
Now n then. In our 20s. Sex drive was so strong we’d do it everywhere when she was on her period in public park just insane young crazy abandon sex. It really helps keep a couple together I think. Not that it’s the only thing but you share that vulnerable animal part of you and there’s a non verbal special communion between you. At 64 it’s left me. I hate that. Yes there’s pills but when young I could hang a wet towel off of it. You didn’t need to think about it or take pills you were an undeniable sexual force and it felt great it felt like being alive. I don’t want to be as crazy as that but I’d like something
Zero. Was a predator.
Almost never. Just when I watch a movie about a stalker or something (because that’s what he turned into)