The girls...

Christina: 22-year-old living in Small-ish Town, West Coast. Lives with and loves BF. Has too many exes, some with interesting stories, some... not so much. Is still trying to figure out what to do now that her bff, Courtney, is two states away... again.
Courtney: 22-year-old living in Smaller Town, West Coast. Living alone, single and loving it. Has lots of scandalous stories to share. Missing her bff, but is excited about this new journey! Looking for Mr. Right, but will settle for Mr. Right now...

Behind the name...

Sex and the City + the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants + The Sweetest Thing...
Part young girl, part grown woman... a little bit of fashion, a little bit (well, hopefully a LOT) of sex... and probably more booze than what's healthy. We started this blog hoping to start a chronicle of our lives, now hundreds of miles apart, as best friends... with the help of a fabulous handbag, of course!

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And if you don't like it, you can go (back) to hell.

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I'm not usually the follower type, but I liked Court's so much I just had to make a list myself.

I'm pretty much going to follow hers, so you all can get to know the same stuff about us... so you'll notice some similarities. And you'll also kind of get a feel for the way Court and I interact, because some of the items on here are basically reactions to her list. You may call it a cop-out, I call it a time saver. I'm a busy girl, get off me.

101 things you're gonna wish you didn't know about Christina:
  1. My favorite color is black.
  2. I'm a Mountain Dew addict.
  3. BF is the only boyfriend I've ever had who I haven't cheated on.
  4. I looooooove pizza.
  5. Men turn me on.
  6. Guys who can play the guitar make me wet.
  7. Australian accent, please.
  8. I used to be really sarcastic, but now... extreme sarcasm will make me want to punch you in the face.
  9. I love shoes. God, I love shoes.
  10. And purses. God, I love purses.
  11. I, too, love PostSecret. And have sent a secret or two in... but have yet to see them published.
  12. At least, I think I sent them... I know I made them. Let's hope I sent them.
  13. I've been in love twice. BF and First Love.
  14. I've told more than two guys I've loved them, though. But not because I didn't feel it... at the time, I thought I was in love. Hindsight is always 20/20, though.
  15. Growing up, I never thought I'd be the girl who spends more than an hour getting ready, owns more than 50 pairs of shoes, can't keep track of all her purses... and here I am.
  16. It's "yeah" when it's a synonym for "yes," and "ya" when it's a synonym for "you."
  17. I know "ain't" ain't a word, but I use it anyway. Same with y'all.
  18. No, I'm not from the South.
  19. I've been called a grammar/punctuation nazi.
  20. I love newspapers.
  21. I heart all things Victoria's Secret. Unlike Court, I don't discriminate (though the V-string thongs are nice).
  22. I've never fooled around in any way with any co-worker. At all.
  23. I've never - and would put money on it that I will never - have a threesome. I'm too greedy.
  24. I've been to entirely too many family members' funerals. Fuck death.
  25. I don't trust people enough.
  26. I haven't said the phrase, "Facebook me!" since I left College Town, but I said it almost daily when I was there.
  27. I miss my phone with the full qwerty keyboard. God, do I miss it.
  28. I cry all. the. fucking. time.
  29. Sometimes I think I'm bi-polar - seriously, I know the gravity of the disorder. I can be perfectly happy one minute, then blacking out from rage the next. I call it The Crazy. Then I stop PMSing and I'm good for the rest of the month.
  30. I don't smile enough. Especially at work. God, do I get stressed at work.
  31. BF hates the smell of Febreze. I love it.
  32. Fuck deja vu.
  33. I pretend it's not true, but I should probably get glasses soon. And I definitely shouldn't be allowed to drive at night (and I avoid it as much as possible) becaus I can't see shit.
  34. The only way I can stand being around BF's brother is after I've had at least a couple drinks. He brings out The Rage in me.
  35. Makeup sex is better when you're in love.
  36. I, too, love black eyeliner. But I'd go without it before I'd go without mascara.
  37. I wear the eyeliner mostly because growing up I always heard, "Ohmygawdyouhavesuchbigeyes!" and it drove me absolutely batshit crazy. The eyeliner makes 'em look smaller. And, y'know, better.
  38. I'm going to say this again to really drive it home: I love shoes. And an addendum: Heels. Heels, heels, heels. God, I love heels.
  39. I'm too indecisive to get a tattoo. I've had an appointment or two to get one, but canceled because I didn't know what the fuck I'd get.
  40. Regardless of titles, I think of myself as being able to do what I want with whom I want at all times (see #3). The reason I haven't cheated on BF is because I love him and don't want to be with or fuck anyone else.
  41. Asshole Ex was a fucking prick. I don't think Court knows how close I came to physically assaulting him.
  42. I have a pet with the same (nick)name as one of this blog's followers.
  43. I have three pets total.
  44. I do. not. allow any of the pets to be in the room when BF and I have sex.
  45. Allergies ain't got shit on me.
  46. My house here in Small-ish Town is smaller and all-around crappier than any of my apartments in College Town.
  47. I apply deodorant three or four times a day.
  48. Thinking about losing BF makes me sick to my stomach.
  49. Thinking about all the time I wasted on the losers before BF makes me wish I could go back in time and somehow meet him earlier than I did.
  50. I've smoked pot quite a bit. My sophomore year in College Town is a blur.
  51. I'm glad I quit smoking when I did because I could have, pretty easily, blown my education because of it.
  52. I've never done any other drug.
  53. A few friends in College Town offered me some cocaine once, off of their bathroom counter. I promptly said no and left the party.
  54. My favorite beer pong partner is Court.
  55. You know how they say college is the best four years of your life? Yeah. Pretty much. Well, maybe. Either way, they were some pretty good years.
  56. I miss my dad every day of my life.
  57. BF (almost) always seems to want to talk about the sex before we get down to it...  "What do you want, baby?" "How do you want it?" While I appreciate his thoughtfulness, sometimes I wish he'd just shut up and throw me down on the bed.
  58. I love my hair being pulled in bed.
  59. My given name is from some old song my mom loves, only she spruced up the spelling. Nobody ever spells it right. I love the name, though.
  60. I've never dyed my hair. No highlights, nothin'.
  61. I have no idea what color my eyes are. Brown? Green? Hazel? Honey?
  62. I'm a lot on the short side. 5' 1".
  63. BF is right around 6' tall. Scaredy Ex was (is still, too, I guess) about 6'. Most of my most recent flings have been right around 6' tall. Short guys creep me out.
  64. I can't believe sometimes how many of my classmates are married and/or have kids.
  65. But then I feel hypocritical because I want to marry BF (gasp!) and having kids actually doesn't scare the fuck out of me.
  66. I love reruns of Law & Order: SVU and Criminal Intent, Fresh Prince, Friends and Will and Grace.
  67. I own every season of Sex and the City on DVD. And the movie.
  68. I loved The OC when it was on TV... for the first two or three seasons. But then Marissa died and I swore off the show, despite Ryan and Seth (yum).
  69. I've slept with more than 20 guys.
  70. I used to have a list of all of the guys I've slept with, but got rid of it after BF and I had been together for awhile. It just didn't matter anymore.
  71. I'm pretty sure I couldn't name all 20+.
  72. I dream of traveling all over the world with the man I love... but BF isn't exactly keen on the idea. He's actually said, when discussing going to Hawaii, "Do you know how much WATER you have to fly over to get to Hawaii?"
  73. I talk about BF too much... even though we've been together as long as we have, I still feel like I'm in the "honeymoon" stage of the relationship sometimes.
  74. The first thing I notice about a guy is his eyes - not the color, but the intensity and what's behind them. Then I look at his shoes.
  75. LOLcats kills me. Love it.
  76. Call me old-fashioned, but my favorite position is missionary and its subtle variations.
  77. Doggy-style and girl-on-top are close behind.
  78. Sunflowers are pretty much my favorite flowers.
  79. But I'm a sucker for roses. I've only gotten them twice - once, a single rose in high school and most recently, BF surprised me with a dozen when he came to visit me in College Town.
  80. My safety drink (non-alcoholic) is iced tea. I order it out of habit, not always because I want it. But I always love it.
  81. My safety alcoholic drink is Coors Light. In a bottle, preferrably.
  82. But if you want a girl dancing on the table, give me a good Long Island iced tea.
  83. Microfleece blankets are my favorite. Have you ever wrapped yourself up in one when you're naked? I recommend it. 
  84. I'm 100 percent convinced that just about every shirt would be cuter if it had a hood on it. I love hoodies.
  85. Love flip flops.
  86. When I love something, I really, really love it. I don't just like something - I either don't care or I fucking LOVE it. And that probably doesn't make a whole hell of a lot of sense to you, but it's pretty deep and meaningful to me.
  87. One of my most memorable birthday gifts was when my sister bought me a shit ton of strawberries (what are they called, flats? Cases? Whatever...). I love strawberries. 
  88. I love walking around the house naked. It's liberating.
  89. But I feel sexiest, typically, in jeans, heels and a bra.
  90. I've kissed four girls - including Court.
  91. Another girl and I had a make-out session (her doing, she was unstoppable) while she was d-r-u-n-k. I went along with it because she had a boyfriend and I figured it was better for her to make out with me than my drunk guy friend who would not. stop. hitting. on. her. That and I couldn't have stopped her if I tried. Talk about relentless!
  92. I'm the baby of the family and definitely act like it.
  93. I LOVE seafood. Well, shrimp, crab and lobster. And some fish but not necessarily tuna.
  94. While in College Town, I contracted chlamydia and HPV. For this reason, I know all stereotypes about STDs are complete and utter bullshit. Talk to me about it if you disagree. Or agree.
  95. I've never traveled outside the U.S. And I hate it.
  96. I can't imagine being single.
  97. ... and I worry sometimes that's because I'm afraid to be alone.
  98. I've fooled around in Court's living room, on a hide-a-bed, while someone was sleeping on the floor.
  99. More than once.
  100. The only time I've ever gotten even slightly aroused when looking at porn online (back when I used to every now and then) was when watching girl-on-girl stuff. I don't know why and I'm not entirely comfortable with it.
  101. I've never used a dildo, vibrator or any other toy.
That took days to finish. Hope you enjoyed it. :)

XOXO
Christina

Sex Position Sunday #1

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Yeah, you read that right. Sex Position Sunday.

I know, I know... we originally said it would be "Sexy Sunday," but Court and I couldn't for the life of us remember what the fuck that was supposed to mean. So Sex Position Sunday it is.

To be honest with y'all, I was having a bit of trouble deciding which position to write about. And this will probably be a quick post because I'm buried up to HERE in bills I need to pay by yesterday. But anyway.

This week's position (via Cosmo) is...

"The Stand and Deliver."

You might think I'd write about a position I love. This is not the case.

Not that I have anything against this position. I'm sure it's great for some people. Actually, no, scratch that. I definitely do have something against this position, and I'll tell you alllllllll about it (or what I can remember).

BF and I, when I lived in College Town, tried this position. And ya know, maybe it got a little complicated because we tried it in the shower, but that's beside the point.

I don't remember the details now (it's very possible I was drunk - hey, that's what we did in College Town), but I remember it ended with both of us naked, soaking wet (from the shower) on the floor, tangled in the shower curtain. I do remember flailing arms, shower curtain rings flying and water everywhere.

We were also both in tears - I was laughing my ass off and BF was half laughing, half in pain. If he'd actually been IN me, pretty sure Little BF (which, by the way, really isn't that little) would have needed a trip to the emergency room.

Maybe we should have taken into account this little bit of info: BF is a full foot (at least) taller than me.

Needless to say, we haven't even tried having sex standing up since. Not even outside the shower.

XOXO
Christina

In which I grovel for forgiveness

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Oh my fucking god. Last published on Dec. 22, who the hell are we kidding here?

Court and I would like to sincerely apologize for being MIA the last week. Court left Smaller town for a holiday vacation and, after canceled flights and the whole bit, is finally on said vacation. Without her laptop. She's a smart one, let me tell ya.

I, on the other hand, am not out of town nor on vacation. Quite the opposite, really: I've been a working fool. Worked Christmas Eve, have to work New Year's Eve (but rest assured will still celebrate) and I actually just got home not too long ago from work. Yes, I work on Sundays. Such is the business.

I have been busy, though, hence the extreme lack of posting. BF and I had a huge fight, almost broke up and, after making up (a few times), are somehow more lovey-dovey than before. We also bought a new vehicle and found out somebody in one of our families (I'm intentionally being vague here, I'm uber-paranoid someone will figure out who I really am) has been having lots of sexy time because BF and I are going to be an uncle/aunt again!

Anyway, I wanted to write something to let you all know that, yes, we are still alive and no, we haven't forgotten about you. Please forgive us?

Also I thought I'd share the beautiful merchandise BF surprised me with from Victoria's Secret! Well, sort of surprised, anyway. For those wondering, I was able to stop myself from snooping any further so I was 100% surprised as to what I actually got for Christmas from VS from the BF.

Drumroll, please:

This sweater, in blue and a black one is on the way. This robe, in purple. These slippers, in hot pink on the way. This shirt, in gray, on the way.

I did have photos posted but I put that to an end when they all started pissing me off.

Hope your holidays are going well!

XOXO
Christina

An award! No, honestly.

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Nickie over at Learn to Fly gave me the "Honest Scrap" award. According to her post, that means... “leftovers, fragments, discarded material, and many times truth and honesty is discarded material, considered fragments and left over.” We tell it like it is and let the scraps fall where they may.


Whatever. I ain't no liar.

Anyway, as I'm finding is the case with most awards (not that anybody's given me one before, gee thanks! Kidding. Kind of. Okay maybe not...), it's part award, part meme. The rules, if awarded the award (I heart redundancy), are:
  • List 10 honest things about yourself and make it interesting, even if you have to dig deep!
  • Pass the award on to 7 other bloggers you feel embody the spirit of the Honest Scrap.

    • Staying true to the blog, I'm listening 7 honest and sexual things about me.

    One.
    I have slept with 20-something men/boys. I say "20-something" because I'm not sure of the exact number and I stopped counting/threw away The List when I met BF. I say "men/boys" because, well, let's be honest - there's a difference between men and boys.

    Two.
    Sometimes I worry this number is too high for a girl in her 20s. But then I realize I don't give a shit what other people think.

    Three.
    I really, really want this. And the confidence to wear it.

    Four.
    I've kissed 4 girls... 1 (I think) with tongue. We were both drunk, she had a boyfriend and I figured it was better me than the even more drunk guy that wouldn't stop hitting on her.

    Five.
    One of my favorite sex scenes ever in a movie is the one in "A History of Violence," if only because I get so irrationally pissed at BF that this scene really isn't too far off from what could (but doesn't, really) happen between us. For your viewing pleasure:

    Six.
    According to this site, most women masturbate at least a few times a month. This is yet another way I'm not like most women - I hardly, if ever, masturbate. On a related note, I've never owned a vibrator or dildo. And I really don't feel like I'm missing out on anything.

    Seven.
    Doggy style? My favorite (Sorry, Court, if that was TMI for you...). Also, I couldn't find a picture that wasn't either porn or actual dogs, so suffer.

    And the 7 bloggers part? Yeah, I'm saving that for sometime in the next couple days. Hey, the rules didn't specify when I had to name people. I'll get to it when I get to it.

    Also, thanks to all 2 of you (maybe 3) who voted for which story I should share next. So far, my fling with Christan Gal's ex is winning by a landslide. Stay tuned for that tale in the not-so-distant future.

    Is this too cleavage-y for an interview?

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    I've been interviewed by that damn expat (her adjective, not mine). Granted, it was pretty voluntary (see rules below), but I'm still excited!

    First, the rules:
    1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me." (Did that.)
    2. I will respond by emailing you five questions - I get to the pick the questions. (That too.)
    3. You will update your blog with the answers to the questions. (That's coming up.)
    4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. (Currently happening.)
    5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions. (You got it.)

    And now, the interview!

    All I know about you is that you live in a small town and have a fun best friend. Tell me more about yourself, in five sentences or less.

    I'm the youngest of three - my brother and sister (both technically my half siblings - different fathers) are 6 and 8 years older than me, respectively. For the better part of all of our childhoods, my mother raised us on her own... thus we're very close and I've never considered them my half-siblings. My dad died in a car wreck when I was 16 (on his way to see me for my birthday) and I'm pretty sure that trauma has a lot to do with the shenanigans of my high school and college careers. I'm the first in my family to earn a four-year degree. I love avocados, green olives, Caesar salad and dill pickle-flavored Spitz (sunflower seeds).

    If you were a Sex and the City character, which character would you be?

    Even though I most closely resemble Charlotte physically, I'm fairly certain (along with about 97% of the rest of the female population) Carrie is, like, my kindred spirit. I fancy myself a writer (in fact, my bachelor's is in a writing-related field and I work at a writing-type place), am neurotic and my hair, when I don't straighten it, tends to be a bit wild and out-of-control. Though I have to say, I do have a bit of Miranda's cynicism as well.

    If you were a Sweetest Thing character, which character would you be?

    Christina. (In case we didn't make it clear, Courtney and Christina aren't our real names. They're completely based on the movie The Sweetest Thing.) Even though I'm nowhere near as tall or skinny or blonde as Cameron Diaz in that movie, I'm most like Christina. Though... now that I think about it, if I were that tall, I would be that skinny. Just stretch me out and tada! If for no other reason, I'd say I "am" Christina because when she gets upset about something, she feels the need to go out dancing. There are a million other thing we have in common, but my brain hurts from a long day at work.

    What is your one favorite thing about your boyfriend?

    The hardest question! There are countless things I absolutely adore about him, including the way I've never been left wanting more in the sex department (seriously, he's always willing to do anything I want!) and the way he gets along so well with my family, friends and co-workers. But maybe the best thing about him is how he puts up with all my shit. I'm right about just about everything, obviously (hint hint wink wink), but on the rare occasion I get all Carrie-neurotic and Miranda-cynical and all-around menopausal-girl-crazy - have I mentioned I tend to have mood swings and have a serious (serious.) anger problem? - he always puts up with it. Sure, he throws out the occasional "fuck this," but he always ends up calming me down and telling me how much, despite it all, he loves me. Oh, and he wants to marry me. Maybe that's my favorite thing.

    Tell me one thing you love and one thing you hate about yourself.

    Psh. What's not to love? Aside from my amazing sense of humor (and fashion) and killer good looks, I think I'm most proud of where I am in life. I'm a college grad with a good job that I love (and is exactly what I went to school for), living with my boyfriend (in sin! I'm so going to hell) and we have a house, a yard, way too many vehicles, some very adorable pets and only minimal debt. I've got it together.

    And my least favorite thing is that I fall apart. Like I mentioned a minute ago, I have some pretty severe anger problems and mood swings that surface from time to time and I hate myself when I'm like that. It's that uncontrollable shit you always read about but never really think can be true. I'm a complete bitch for absolutely no reason. It gets so bad that sometimes I wonder if I should see a doctor about it, get some meds and chill the fuck out. But by the time that all crosses my mind, it's over with. I'm sane again. I'd like to be (relatively) sane all the time.


    There you have it. I'm apparently a little on the wordy side tonight (or maybe that's just in general... hey, I said I fancy myself a writer, didn't I?) so please forgive. Also I'm extremely PG tonight, too (no sex or coming or dick-licking or anything, wtf?!) so forgive me for that, too.

    I'm kind of killing two birds with one stone here, but I have a quick poll for you guys. Which story from my past would you like to hear next....
    A (somewhat but maybe not-so-) quick recap of my shenanigans with First Love?
    The first time I slept with a black guy?*
    The first time I slept with an Asian guy?**
    OR my fling with Christian Gal's (a college roommate of mine) ex-boyfriend... while I lived with Christian Gal?

    * Have I mentioned I'm white?
    ** And Hick Town is, if you couldn't tell by the name, pretty much 100% white?

    XOXO
    Christina

    Wet Wednesday #1

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    Well, after just accidentally hitting enter after entering (uhhh, nice repetitiveness there, Christina) the title, thus publishing an entirely blank post...

    After much deliberation and consideration last night, Court and I decided to initiate a couple themed days for posting here at SATTS.

    Go ahead. Applaud and squeal with excitement. I'll wait.

    ...

    Here's what we came up with:
    Wet Wednesdays
    Fuck Me Fridays (or something to that effect, Court will decide on the final title when she posts Friday)
    Sexy Sundays

    We'll be alternating days, which also means we'll alternate themed days from week to week. wtf did I just say? I, obviously, am taking the first Wet Wednesday. Court will post for Friday's theme, I'll be back on Sunday, then Court will have Wednesday and I'll take Friday... you follow me?

    Okay, now that we've taken care of that. On to the good stuff.


    Like I've mentioned before, BF and I have been together for about a year and a half.

    Actually, now that I think about it, today was our 1.5 year anniversary. Nice.

    In that time, I've had two birthdays. This will be our second Christmas together and there was, of course, the one year anniversary.

    And BF has yet to buy me a gift.

    Hold on! Before you freak out, that doesn't mean he hasn't bought me anything. In fact, it's quite the opposite... he's spent a lot of money on me. North Face fleece and coat, iPod nano, movies and clothes. I can't even remember it all. And he's even been talking recently about buying me us a pickup (that I'd drive more than him, since he already has a bigger pickup) since my car is NOT good in the snow.

    But he hasn't actually bought me a gift... he hasn't gone out to a store (or, hell, gone online) and bought something for me that he knew (or hoped or guessed) I'd like to surprise me with. No wrapping, no stuffing into a gift bag. Nada.

    Until now?!

    I check his MySpace, Facebook, email... all that... regularly. Not because I'm spying or anything (no, really) but because he doesn't. And a lot of people try to keep in touch with him with those things and I feel bad that they think he might be ignoring them.

    (You might be wondering, at this point, wtf this all has to do with a "Wet Wednesday." Keep your pants on. Or, actually, take 'em off. Whatever floats your boat. But I'm getting there, sure as shit.)

    So tonight, bored with checking my own MySpace and Facebook and feeling thoroughly overwhelmed at the amount of unread blog posts (from all you amazing bloggers!) I have in my reader, I decide to check his shiznit since I haven't in awhile.

    That's when I saw it: "Victoria's Secret order confirmation."

    And I got a little wet. Maybe literally, maybe figuratively. I'll leave that up for you to guesstimate.

    Maybe he'll be getting a little more action in the next couple weeks.

    XOXO
    Christina

    How much is too much?

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    This goes against everything I've ever stood for.

    Since I first discovered it when I was a just-turned 16-year-old girl*, I've loved it. When I first started having sex, it was like a drug: I needed it and and it was always more, more, more. I couldn't get enough!

    And let's be honest... by the time I turned 18 and went off to college, I was only able to feed and further my addiction. It was beautiful. Growing up in Hick Town, there wasn't a lot of, um, diversity. But College Town was full of all sorts of men and it was there I became acquainted with the legends of the black and Asian men. You know, the big and the small. As far as I know, both stereotypes are 100% true.

    But I digress. For the last 6+ years, sex has pretty much been at the center of what I did. Everywhere I went, I was on the look-out.

    But now... ohhh, now. It's a different story.

    Maybe it's because it's so readily available (I mean, come on, I live with the guy and don't think for a second it takes more than 30 seconds to talk him into doing the deed**) or maybe it's because we've been together for awhile now (Have I mentioned anywhere this is the longest relationship I've ever been in? The next longest was six months and total hell...) but sex has all but lost the appeal it once had. Sure, I like to get down and dirty every now and then - once, maybe twice a week - but getting my daily dick has fallen drastically on my priority list.

    I feel like Miranda in SATC: The Movie. (WARNING: SPOILER!) You know, when her and the girls are sitting around talking about how often they color. Once upon a time, I was just like Samantha. Now, though I'm truthfully probably more like Carrie in that situation (in real life, of course, I'd never talk about this!), I feel like Miranda.

    Okay, so it hasn't been 6 months. Not even close and really? I couldn't go that long. But I'm busy and BF and I work opposite hours so damn it, I'm tired when he gets home and he's gone to work by the time I get home. And forgive me for not having a sex drive when I rush home for a quick lunch.

    So what do you think? Is having sex once a week too little for a couple as young as BF (he's a few years older than me) and I? How often do you color?


    * On a related note, how old were you when you lost your V card? Like I said, I was barely 16. Think what you want, but I don't regret it for a second. How old do you think is the right age to have sex for the first time?

    ** Who really says "doing the deed" anymore? Seriously.


    XOXO
    Christina
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