My First Time.

I’ve wrote this story in my previous blog before, which not many of my current readers know about it. I modified the original post, hoping that I will not look like as stupid as before that you’ll say, “no wonder he flunked his English test.” Reading this is not advisable if you are afraid to handle what I’ll be telling you, afraid if I am not as someone you know or want to know, this is as far as you can read, and keep having whatever perception about me. This is how the story goes:

This is a real story about a poor guy. It happened on May 29, 2006. I didn't actually really that close to her, who had made this to me.

That day had surely made me to open my eyes, that there was more than met the eyes on this world. We could also refer my situation as culture shock, when one had never experienced a thing very different and new before. I had never expected this to happen, on that very day.

To make long story short, I got laid. No seriously, I got laid. It happened when I was planning to settle the clearance I had to make before transferring out from the university, at which I, at the moment, studied, as I would further my study somewhere else. I am with a friend, who would too leave the university. Living on the fast lane, I decided to use a motorcycle, borrowed from another friend.

I was quite sure many had experienced this, but for me, it was my first time, where I wasn’t so ready; mentality, as well as physically. I wasn’t ready enough that I couldn’t control my tremble of fear. Try being in my shoes then you’ll make it very clear how I felt.

I thought that maybe she was attracted to me, but she had never told the truth. And she had never approached. Everyday i walked by her: to the class, to everywhere.

How would she be described? She was really hot at day and pretty cold at night. She looked like as she was innocent but the truth was she had been touched by another man and liked to be touched again and again, if you let your guard down. She didn’t want to have any serious commitment. One night stand to be exact, how she liked doing it. Now you were on her then you can walk away. But you can come back later if you felt like it, but only if you were still alive after the previous visit. What was great is that she didn’t mind too, and it was all for free. But once you had her, you’ll be aware next time. Mat-mat rempit however seemed to love it to have her more then once. “Tak pernah serik”, we say. She liked the color black, and most of the time she could be seen in black, which was mysterious and sexy. She liked it wild and rock; she could even tear your shirt.

But the way I was treated, for my first time, was totally unacceptable, and unforgivable. It was quite harsh and hard, and the feeling was never near anything I could wildly imagine of. I had always wished it to be in a normal way; in a way more decent, more gentle, where nobody would see us, with romantic light and melancholic love song, or at least not as hard and harsh as this, not threesome and not in the public.

Imagine how hard it was for me- I was bleeding at the spot near my lips the moment I kissed her. And the blood spread all over the face I thought that he grazed all his face. A few seconds after I kissed her, he felt some sort of strong unknown force hitting my chest. Based on physics, force is equal to the product of mass and gravitational force, or acceleration of one body influenced by the gravity alone that we can call it as free fall (F=mg). I was on top, on the air and gravity had pulled me towards her, with g=9.81m/s². The force was unexplainable. I could barely breathe. Blood was everywhere. My knees shivered in pain. Everything was in a blink of an eye. I thought this was the end. There was no one coming when I tried to reach for help. My first time was not as amazing as claimed by others. As for my friend, he only scratched his left arm, if I was not mistaken.

In my dictionary that I use (Oxford Advanced Learner’s Dictionary 7th Edition), under the word “lay”, it is stated that “some speakers confuse this sense of lay with lie, especially in the present and progressive tenses. However, lay has an object and lie does not, for example: She was lying on the beach, not she was laying on the beach.”

In this case, actually he was lying on her, not he got laid. No wonder I failed my English before, because of this stupid thing I don’t really mind. “She” and “her” I used above, was a road. He had an accident on the way to finish the job.

Doesn’t matter where, as long as it is a road, you have to beware.

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