Virginity? When was that?

You know what, I have no idea when I lost my virginity.

I’m sure about the year of my life, aren’t it?

I thought I didn’t have a driver’s license.  No, I’m confident that I did not have a driver’s license, but that doesn’t add up to the year I know, or thought I knew, that I met my girlfriend.

My girlfriend sat next to me in computer class.  Her name was Kristi Holsey.  She’s currently styling as “Kristi Winett.”

I’m sure that was my junior year of high school, when she sweet-scented me into doing her homework — I was definitely 16 then.  I turned 17 before my senior year and 18 after I graduated from Union High School in Tulsa, Oklahoma.  That was 1986.

[Don’t bother to steal it, you don’t want my identity.]

I definitely got my driver’s license within two weeks of turning 16.  I took driver’s education in the second semester of my sophomore year, when I was 15.

So I had a driver’s license but not a car?

I got a car around Christmas, just before Christmas… I earned the last $650 to pay back a loan from my grandfather while selling computers at Computer Connection.  I was definitely 16.

Kristi hated my choice of cars, a 1980 Honda Accord, because it (a) was a stick shift that she couldn’t drive, and (b) it was ugly.  I purchased the car for $1350.  It was an excellent deal — the car only had like 110,000 miles on it.  It also had two, black-primed quarter panels on the front, each side of the green hood.  The car had been in a sort of wreck, I was told.

I drove that car to like 185,000 miles.  The most serious repair?  The CV joints.  Oh, and the clutch master cylinder.  It was a great car.  It drove through anything.  It pulled through any snow, up any icy hill.

Anyway…

I know where I lost my virginity — in the duplex in which my mom and brother and I lived.  My mom was away on a trip and my brother was staying with my grandparents.  Kristi decided she was coming over, and it never even dawned on me that that night was the night.  I’m so stupid that way — I knew there was like no possibility I would overcome my fear of that last hurdle, so I just put the whole idea out of my mind, I think.  I don’t know, it’s been a long time.  I do remember being surprised and she was looking at me like I was an idiot, a cute idiot, the fool she loved.

Putty!!

🙂

Putty is an interesting word.  It’s also the name of some software.

So the timing just doesn’t make sense.  It’s a complete time warp.  Perhaps it was a dream?

Oh, not enough information.

I know that I was sneaking into Kristi’s bedroom when I lived in mom’s new house in Broken Arrow, on Madison Place.

I used the name Joe Madison on the radio, Z104.5 KMYZ in Tulsa, both because I lived on Madison Place and I like James Madison’s writing in the Federalist Papers: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Federalist_No._51

I was on the radio in 1986 and 1987.  I was 18 and 19.

Anyway.

I know I didn’t own a car when I was sneaking into Kristi’s bedroom.

Did we move to that house in the fall of the year I turned 16?

That would mean I was actually 16 and I’m just guessing I was 15 because I remember having my license first when living in the new house?

This is so confusing.

I must have been 16.

I want to help my daughter buy a car.

I hope her mother allows her to get her driver’s license — she turns 18 this November.  I think it’s time our young woman was allow to get her independence on.

No, I’m not saying anything about her virginity.  It is my job to pretend she’s a virgin until her first child is born.