The World is My Oyster

So, looking back it seems my entire life I've played the "good girl." Once upon a time, I wanted to wait until I was married before losing my virginity (*gasp* the horror). I eventually gave up on the concept of marriage, and decided to not cheat myself out of something I knew would feel really, really amazing. Well, I haven't given up on marriage per se, but that fairy tale can wait until a different blog. I arranged everything so thoughtfully, considered every detail and option before giving up the ol' cherry. I was almost 21 years old. In some societies, old and new, i would have been considered an old maid. The proverbial cherry would have succumbed to rot and fruit flies...

Despite my best efforts, I have still been considered a whore by many. Vicious rumors, a concerned brother, even an off-hand comment from my own mother. All the pain, none of the glory. At this moment, my list of sexual partners only reaches into the... well, the single digits. And, sadly, not all have experiences have even been worth the effort. Very little experimentation. To be sure, though, I have had plenty of opportunity to work on my acting skills - "oh, baby, oh, God.... ohhhhhhhh!" All the while thinking "hurry up, dumbass, I have _ that needs to be done."

Since deciding to create a bucket list, for lack of a better term, it appears that the world has become my oyster. T, the old college boyfriend, is in an open marriage. His wife has given us both permission to play. We have a tentative date set for next week. This should be interesting, and I will keep you posted. Although, at the moment, my only blog follower is T. Hi there! LOL.

In the meantime, let me tell you about S. S is a college student, majoring in theater - and well he should. That boy has amazing talent onstage. A stage presence that has gotten me wet from time to time, I will confess. Anyways S, who was never my student, although young enough to have been one of my first students, is in town. He's on his way over. I don't know if anything will happen. I don't know what I want from him. However, I am sure that with some wine I will figure it out. I did shave for the event though. Hoping T doesn't mind (but if he does, I think that probably makes for a double standard, wouldn't it?). Anyways... keep you posted on whether or not this is a lesson... or simply a review...