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How I Lost My Virginity (Part One)
Mother did not warn me about girls
This is not a love story, the motherfucker was cruel. And at the time, I was stupidly naïve.
They say you fall deeply in love with the person who disvirgins you. Or obsessed. While a lot of persons have disputed that, it was no different for me.
Her name was Andrea. She looked like a man, and I dug her swag.
She was the coolest girl I’d ever seen. I met her in college, we both stayed in hostel A. She was a final year student, I was a fresher. I didn’t think too much about it at the time, she had a distracting smile.
The first day I saw her, I knew I was going to lose myself to her. Don’t ask me how, I just knew. Haven’t you ever seen someone and knew? That was Day 2 of my time at the Chief Harold’s University, Nigeria. My roommate Chioma was showing me around campus. We had just gotten back into the hostel and Chioma was unlocking the door when someone breezed past me. Her smell, God, her smell! It was a strong masc perfume, it was woody, tantalizing… it invaded my space. And when her shoulders brushed gently against mine I felt a little spark. That surge of electric people always explain they felt with their one? Yeah, I felt that too. Maybe she felt it as well because she stopped in her strides and turned to us.
