It is mine and my first ever boyfriend’s six-month-iversary and we have chosen this momentous occasion to take our relationship to the next level. Goodbye virginity!
Let’s set the scene a little. I’m 16 years old, dating a guy in the year above (which makes me feel extraordinarily mature, cool and grown up) and we are both pretty convinced (entirely certain) we will be together forever.
Rose petals cover his bed, miniature candles spell out our initials (creating a very sexy fire hazard) and two bumper packs of condoms (that’s TWENTY FOUR individually wrapped condoms) are ready for our all night love-making session. We are quietly confident we will use all twenty four before morning arrives.
This was 17 years ago now, but I remember obsessing over what would be the most romantic thing to do with my pubes; it felt vitally important to get it perfectly right that night. I had Disney virginity expectations.