My First Time  − 14 April, 1991

My first time was actually with someone I cared about a great deal. I was 17, she was 15 and her name was Diana and we dated for 3 years. Sometimes, I wonder what she's doing now.

I hear she has at least one daughter. The father is a guy that she went to College with at Delaware. My parents talked to her about 8 years ago and that's the last I heard of her. I saw her Mom and little brother (Who is now like 20) a few years ago at a fair in my hometown, but didn't talk to them.

I was always a gentlemen with anyone I dated, but her father, a Puerto Rican, used to drink heavily and hated me, a white boy, and thought I was out for no good. Now that I live with my fiance and her two teenage daughters, I can totally understand.