Something About Me #3
I never said these were going to be interesting. They seem to be a fairly good cure for boredom though. I highly recommend it. Don't worry, I don't have to get up to 100! I'll give up eventually.
Anyway ...
I regret being such a goody two shoes when I was a teenager. I know, regrets are useless things, so I don't regret it in a pining-away-for-what-might-have-been kind of way. I mean it in a "WOW! I wish I knew then what I know now!" kind of way. Was I really afraid of sex? Scared out of my wits is probably more accurate. No, I take that back. I wasn't afraid of sex. I was afraid of my father finding out I was having sex, so I just didn't do it. Not until I was 19.
Not that guys didn't try. Okay, not lots of them, but a few tried. I could name them, but if they ever came across this by doing a Google search for their names, I would be highly embarrassed to find out that they don't even remember me. Humiliated even.
I don't think I would be slut if I had to do it over again, but I would definitely have made sure the experience I had losing my virginity was memorable for the right reasons instead of the reasons I do remember the event. One of my friends has told me a few tales about his sexual exploits in the pole vaulting pit at our high school, and I believe he mentioned the stairway as well. That's a bit more daring that I think I would be, but not by much!
Anyway ...
I regret being such a goody two shoes when I was a teenager. I know, regrets are useless things, so I don't regret it in a pining-away-for-what-might-have-been kind of way. I mean it in a "WOW! I wish I knew then what I know now!" kind of way. Was I really afraid of sex? Scared out of my wits is probably more accurate. No, I take that back. I wasn't afraid of sex. I was afraid of my father finding out I was having sex, so I just didn't do it. Not until I was 19.
Not that guys didn't try. Okay, not lots of them, but a few tried. I could name them, but if they ever came across this by doing a Google search for their names, I would be highly embarrassed to find out that they don't even remember me. Humiliated even.
I don't think I would be slut if I had to do it over again, but I would definitely have made sure the experience I had losing my virginity was memorable for the right reasons instead of the reasons I do remember the event. One of my friends has told me a few tales about his sexual exploits in the pole vaulting pit at our high school, and I believe he mentioned the stairway as well. That's a bit more daring that I think I would be, but not by much!
posted by Melinda at 2/19/2005 12:13:00 am
1 Comments:
Google my name—my real name, not my pen—and you'll have a helluva time finding me. You'll find Townsend and Townsend and Crew, LLC, a law firm in San Francisco, first. They're one of the top firms in the country when it comes to intellectual property rights.
In fact, Google my name and you'll come across Pete Townsend [sic] of The Who before you come across me, and I didn't come across me at all. (For the ignorant, that [sic] has nothing to do with Townshend's supposed propensity for child porn, it has to do with the incorrect spelling of his surname as found in the online article I happened across.)
Google G. Dean Townshende, however, and it's nothing but me! (Well, almost nothing but me. There are a few exceptions.) It even includes links to this blog, as well as your online store, Melinda. Hmm. What've I been up to? Nothing. It's just you linking to my blog.
Google the former and you do find some bloke with some sort of connection to Dr. Who. Now, that's more like me, but not actually me.
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