So where were you when you lost it?
 

Were you in a bed or somewhere else when you lost your virginity? Someone mentioned MG in another thread and the memories came flooding back.

I gave it up in one of these, with the guy I'd been dating for nearly a year. I thought I loved him, and he'd been begging from Day One so I think I did it more out of curiosity and to shut him up. It was over in about 10 seconds, BTW. :lol:

EDIT: His MG was actually pink, it was so old and faded.

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In a bed in my grandparents' house (where I live) <.<. It took flipping FOREVER because I had just shot one off beforehand for safety, and it was the one time I used a condom (read: didn't feel anything at all). :P.

In my high school cafeteria, after school. On the edge of a little stage against the side of the cafeteria. I lasted literally three strokes.

This was with the girl I broke up with horribly who just a few weeks ago I reconnected with and cleaned up with.

At home in my bedroom at my parents house, then on the couch, then on the dinning room table, then... It was the best weekend away for home my parents ever took, IMO.

In my college dorm room late one night.

Her kitchen table.

In an apartment overlooking the confluence of the Neuse and Trent rivers.

Guest room at my parent's house when they were away and this girl I'd had a crush on for most of the year came down for the weekend. The bed creaked horribly and everytime it did, she would jump cause of a bad memory from when her dad had walked in on her and a boyfriend!

hotel room.

University Residence:


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In im2smrt4u's bed at his parents old house.

On the laundry room floor next to the washer and dryer... not a shining moment in my life.

In his bed... it was an awesome bed. I was incredibly nervous, but it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. Not a bad experience.

In my bed, in my bedroom, in my parents' house, the summer after my freshman year of college. The bed was the only comfy part of the whole thing.

In my friends bed.

Didn't hurt at all since I had broken my hymen years before on a hiking trip. (That did hurt like hell)

In our bed, in our bedroom, in our house.
You wont beleive if I tell you when...

At a women's college, in her dorm room, while on a weekend trip with my (all-men's) singing group. I was a freshman. When we got on the bus to return home, we discovered that the non-freshmen in the group had been taking bets as to which freshman would score first. I came in second place.

And this one time at band camp...

In her office, tied to her office chair.

Ah, that was a great day.

In the arms of a trusted friend.

In her dorm.

i was in his room. nothing too exciting. it was pretty uneventful. i thought, this is it?? it sucked, actually.

Empty parking deck

A hostel bed in New Orleans. I have no memory of the event.

Much prefer my memory from the 2nd time I did it, which was with ktsp in his bedroom in our grad-school town... on his birthday, a few days after we got together. :D

In my room.



I don't remember how long it lasted. And I don't really care.

Some bedroom at a party.. after I drank way too much of some shitty liquor. Turns out, after inspection the next morning.. that she was also on her period.

I think the hangup about "virginity" is the reason why. If it didn't feel so important to get rid of, I might've waited. A few days, at least!

A filthy bed in a dirty house that I can't recollect beyond what town it was in.

At home in my bed, didnt actually finish, which caused a "IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU?!?" phone call 45 minutes after she went home.

In his apt - upstairs from the party. Drunk and stupid.

the girl i was staying with´s bed, with her best friend :)

back seat of her Honda, at the Beaverton DriveIn, while not watching "Conan The Destroyer."

Still haven't seen that whole movie.

terribly cliché but fitting:

In my bedroom with a record playing the beatles and a million candles lit.

My bed.

My bed. Most memorable 30seconds of my life.

In the darkroom of a photo lab I was working at. Fun!

backseat of a 1936 plymouth, first year of college...

looked just like this one...(the car, not the lady... :))



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Against the tailgate of an Escort wagon in a parking lot off Main St.

Out back of a lean-to on the top of Mt. Mansfield on a high school trip when I was 14. She did everything, I had NO clue what was
happening. Hadn't even pulled the goalie by that point.

I'm thinking I will be the only one to say this:

On the terrace of the building he lived in. On the very top floor (15 floors high), outdoors, under a dark night sky. But it was anything but romantic.