How I Got My Cherry Popped!
I was young, 14, I believe. Yes, that was young, but, what can I say? It was a long time ago, things were different then, I was much younger and more innocent.
I can’t say I expected it to happen. I spent a great deal of time alone in my room, doing it for myself. What can I say? I was a loner, very shy. It was difficult for me to open up to others, to be at ease, so I kept to myself, doing things by myself, so to speak. I read many books, many genres, and some of those had very…racy parts. It was all fodder for my imagination.
Then, I met HER. In a library, of course. I found her browsing English translations of Russian science fiction from the 60s and early 70s. I had already been there, had already done that. What can I say? I was a nerd. Still am, but now it’s fashionable. Then, it was torture.
She was very pretty, a little older than I, poised and confident. I fell in love instantly. The Thunderbolt, as they call it in Italy. Amazingly, she actually paid attention to me, which truly blew my mind! Until then, the only people who ever actually listened at all to anything I said were the few other nerds I hung out with, to the limited extent I hung out at all. In no time, we were talking, well, whispering, about books we had read in common, movies we had seen. It was magical!
