When I was in eighth grade, I went out with this white girl named Jamie for about a month. Nothing serious at the time. I was 13. It was my first “girlfriend” actually, so I never really had any experience with anyone else. One day, she said her parents were out of town, so she invited me to her place to watch movies. We were sitting on her couch, watching a movie I wasn’t even paying attention to. After about 10 minutes, she gets up, straddles me on the couch, and then holds me. I think she expected me to do something here, but I’ve never done anything like this in my life, let alone kiss a girl. So I sat there motionless for about five minutes.
At that point, she knew I wasn’t even going to attempt to make the first move, so she asked if I wanted to go to her bedroom. We walk in and sit down on her bed, she faces me, and starts making out with me. Awesome. I don’t know how this works, so I just open my mouth, stick my tongue out, and put it in her mouth. But I just lay it there, like some slug. “Move your tongue around!” she says, so I do. I feel like I’m doing the most naughtiest thing in the world right now, kissing a white girl, in her bedroom, with her parents gone. So after a while, we take a break and I notice a Trojan Condom poster she has plastered on her wall. I ask her, “hey, if I asked you to have sex with me, would you do it?” She nods. Cool, I thought, and went back to kissing her. After a few more minutes, I felt like I’ve had enough kissing for the day, so I got up and went home.
She dumped me a week later.
