08-14-2002, 02:39 PM
I was 14, she was 16 - the nest-door-neighbor's kid. We used to hang together often. One night, she just brought up the idea that she'd like to try it, and I wasn't about to argue (I kinda had a major crush on her) so we did it in my mom's (then) unfinished basement, on two quilts thrown onto the cold, concrete floor.
We then dated, but eventually went our separate ways. I still keep in touch with her, and that cold concrete floor almost always comes up in conversation.
We then dated, but eventually went our separate ways. I still keep in touch with her, and that cold concrete floor almost always comes up in conversation.