Let me ask you some questions:
The first time you rode a bike without the training wheels, on a scale of 1 - 10, 1 being not excited at all and 10 being squealing with excitement:
1. How excited were you when you knew you going to do it?
2. What about when you were on the bike, but your dad hadn't let go yet?
3. What about the moment that you realized your dad let go and you knew you were riding all by yourself?
4. When you got a bigger bike, was it more or less exciting?
5. Whenever you go for a bike ride now, how excited should you be before you get on the bike?
Seriously, did you take notes about your first bike ride? No matter how exciting it was when you were 4 or 5 or whatever?
I did not take notes. I was too busy having sex. I was too busy losing my virginity and didn't know that 30 years down the road men & boys would be quizzing me about the details. And actually, it wouldn't have mattered. That was my night. Please get your own night.
So I say to you, in the kindest way possible, the thoughts that went through my head the night I lost my virginity are mine, and are none of your business. :smile: