Hi,
I just wanted to tell here a story that happened to me when
I was a virginal 16 years old. I was studying at that time abroad and going to
visit my family in Israel for vacations. On this particular vacation, I phoned
a friend of mine and we started to talk about life. Right from the beginning, I felt that something was strange, my friend
(it was a guy) was talking about subjects that we never discussed before and he
asked me if I had sex already. I think that at that time I just started to read
some sexual stories like “Switch Bitch” by Roald Dahl, but all together I was
very prude and a total stranger to the subject. I considered sex as a potential
new experience, both attracting and repelling, but I didn’t think of it as personal.
I could have said simply that I did not have a boyfriend and therefore not had
sex yet, but instead of that, I kept giving the most ridiculous
arguments for not having sex yet, like not having time or that I must concentrate on
my studies. He, on the other hand, kept
saying that I should try it and his argument was that on the contrary, the more
work you have, the more you should have
sex, as this is the best way to unstress. (He obviously didn’t consider it as
personal either.)
Anyway, I cut the conversation short as I was a bit upset.
Went for a walk and decided to call him back and ask what was this all about. I
got his mother on the phone telling me he’s on another continent and that it is
impossible I talked to him... Yes, it was his little brother, with a very
similar voice who tricked me nicely!!
great story about personal/impersonal on many levels.
