I lost my virginity on July 6, 1988.
It was awful, and very cliche'. He told me he loved me after 2 weeks of dating. I wanted to be loved...and I liked the way he'd sing in my ear at night (Breathe's Hands to Heaven) He broke up with me 2 weeks later...well, really it was the next day...but it took 2 weeks of shamelessly hounding him before he came clean. Interesting to note, his birthday is May 8th...same as Peanut's. Yes, that was going through my mind when she arrived at 3am (damn!).
My experiences with love have been challenging. Dates get stuck in my head, anniversaries of joy and hurt...but from the joy and pain of loving (and losing) I've grown. Those dates are part of me, but they don't define me. I'm deep, vulnerable, expressive, accepting of myself (mostly).
I love knowing that I'm no longer that "needy" girl...
It's Wednesday, what do you love?