[ISUKappa]

Sept. 1997. I had just started dating my first college boyfriend freshman year when we got drunk and just did it (it was his first time, too). It lasted maybe 2 minutes. Maybe. He was all "that was the best thing ever" and I was all "eh? that's it?" We didn't have the best relationship--consisted mostly of getting drunk and hooking up on the weekends--and he broke it off a few months later. We also had the bad habit of doing our annual "back-to-school drunk hookup" without fail every year until I graduated.

I wouldn't say I have any regrets, but I wish I would have made a better choice. I wonder about him occasionally but I wonder about the other guy I dated that year (from whom I took his V-card) more.