Mine didnt happen till I was 19. I was already on my own since I didnt get along with my parents at all. I was by my own admition a raging geek. I had just started hanging out at a bar 3 or 4 nights a week and everyone thought I was 21. Then I met Shara...she was a bright and nice looking woman and was probably the 1st person of above average looks to ever talk to my very introvert self. Anyhow, we chatted everynight in the bar and one day she asked me to go shopping with her. She ended up picking out clothes for me and I was going along like it was no big deal. When we got back to my apartment we ended up naked and to be honest I dont think I put clothes on for that whole weekend. She taught me everything I now know about sex, real drinking, and just how to have a good time.

She ended up being my fuck-buddy and best friend for about 5 years. We would sleep with people and then come to her or my house later and get into bed and talk about it. We never dated serious and in fact I have no clue where she is today, but still hold her in the highest regard.

Actually now that I think about it, she created Skip. I just let him die for years until I came back to pixies.

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