It’s officially been 30 years since I became sexually active.
I know this because I remember the date I lost my virginity.
It was July 8, 1989.
I was fifteen years old.
The only reason I didn’t lose it sooner is that the guy I picked to give my virginity to wound up backing out at the last minute.
I guess he was a big virgin too.
I’m not crazy about remembering dates to things like this.
It’s just that 7-8-89 is an easy date to remember.
It seems that now would be as good a time as any to review my sex life and make some changes, if needed.
Clearly, I have no sex life to speak of and so I’d like to change that.
However, I think I’ve made some good decisions lately about who to share that slice of myself with and who to abstain from sharing it with.
So I give myself points for that.
And, of course, no analysis of my sex life would be complete without acknowledging that there have been some MAJOR changes in my sex life, namely because I’m dating the new guy, but also because I’ve had a health scare or two.
Sure, there’s no one to speak of right now who I’m sharing intimacies with, but that’s likely going to change and I give myself bonus points for actually taking the time to get to know somebody as well as for creating a little empty space for someone new to enter the picture.
It was getting CROWDED.