While going through the stuff in the basement, I came across a journal from that time. I have kept journals off and on throughout my life mainly because writing is one of the two ways I can process the stuff in my head. Talking it through is the other way. And, with all of the crap going on during that time, I wrote a lot. I flipped through the journal and discovered that I knew exactly when it happened for me now too.
During Thanksgiving break, I officially broke up with my boyfriend from back home. I was 18, away at school, and pretty much had decided I was done with him. He wasn’t exactly a great communicator, and I need to break it off. Plus, there was this guy I had become good friends with that I really wanted to date and jump the first chance I got. He was this tall lanky guy from Portland who lived upstairs from me and wore this “Yes, I am a model” t-shirt.
I came back from Thanksgiving break that Sunday and had to do my glamorous work study job in food service. After dinner, I came back to the dorm and was told by everyone I met that Garbanzo was looking for me. All I wanted was a shower at that point, so I went to take one figuring I’d find him later. (Working college food service is just gross.)
I had just walked out of the bathroom in my bathrobe when Garbanzo met me in the hall. He suggested we go for a walk. He wanted to hear about break. Yeah, not really, he wanted to hear how things stood between my boyfriend and me. I threw on some clothes and off we went.
Before break, we had almost kissed, but Garbanzo, being the good guy he was, left before it could happen. I would have let the kiss happen because I had already decided to break up with the other guy, but he didn’t want to be “the other guy” and left.
We went for a walk out in the snow and dark, and the conversation was avoiding what was really on our minds. I finally threw in an “oh-by-the-way” and told him I had broken up with the guy over the holidays. Garbanzo asked all of the questions of concern that a good friend should when I interrupted him to say I had done it because I wanted to be with Garbanzo not the other guy. His response was, “good, now I can do this and not feel bad about it” – and we kissed.
Five days later, we almost had sex. A condom malfunction coupled with the fact we didn’t have a spare ended that attempt. (What is it with me and condom malfunctions?) So, a week later, on December 12th to be exact, we had sex for the first time – losing our virginity to each other. Then started our six months of having sex as often as humanly possible …. which was a lot. We were both horny people who thankfully found another just-as-horny person to be with. We managed to piss off both of our roommates pretty quickly that year.
So, 18 years ago today, I started having sex with Garbanzo. And, I have no regrets with how soon we did it. Clearly we were meant to be…..18 years later.
And, yes, Hubman, I realized I can no longer tease you about this. 🙂