kraftiekortie wrote:
I thought, when I lost my virginity, that I would be euphoric, and my mind would be "skyrockets."
In point of fact, losing my virginity did nothing to mature me, legitimize me, or put me in "another plane," somehow." Additionally, the actual sex was sort of an anticlimax, probably because of the inexperience of both of us.
In my mind, I realized that "losing my virginity" was not a "be-all, end-all." And that it was not worth all the fuss.
That makes one of us. Me losing my virginity made a HUGE difference. I felt like a real man for the first time since puberty, although having my first kiss came pretty close. I felt more relaxed around women. I became more self-assured. And most importantly, I started appreciating "little things" a whole lot more; by that I mean, hugging, holding hands, flirty dancing, and playing with a woman's hair. (As a virgin, I found them to be a tease, rather than a pleasure.)
Now, I lied to the escort and told her I had sex "a year ago"; I feared she'd deny me sex due to not wanting to be a client's first. And I wouldn't have any recourse, since my money was "technically" for her
time. But I think she knew who she was dealing with the minute I walked into her hotel room. While we snuggled in the nude after sex, she gave me a good pep talk, telling me I made the right decision to see her, and that I shouldn't feel ashamed for it at all.
Today, I got the whole thing down to a science. I confidently walk past a group of cops on foot patrol, as I walk from the train station to the escort's hotel, with no traces of fear of them suspecting me. I utter a terse "hello" to the front desk clerk inside. Then I boldly walk into her room, hug her as a greeting, pay her, and start putting the moves on her. All throughout, I use train stations and bus hubs to ensure the cops don't impound my car, in case they do arrest me.