Where to even begin, really? I suppose I should start with who I am. I grew up in a small town that was, for a lack of a better description, quite Norman Rockwell in atmosphere. It was a quaint town, where everybody knew everyone who lived there. The town itself, was quite small, with one main street and some smaller side streets, the local grade school, high school and, of course, the church. Growing up there meant you were either well-behaved or everyone knew you were to be watched. Since I loved my privacy, I was quite well-behaved, volunteering at the church and the schools quite often.
After graduation, when the letter from my college arrived, I jumped at the chance to shake off my quiet life and to dive into the life of a college student. Saying that my first year in college was an eye-opener, does not truly cover everything I saw. Sadly, the town attitude remained deeply ingrained in me, so watching was the only thing I did in that first year. It was very enlightening, this new world I am in but, with each new thing I saw, the more desire I felt to actually experience things.
I am now in my 2nd year of studies and this year, I am determined to finally shake off the yoke that my quaint little hometown has shackled me down with. I want to experience life, love, and most of all, to finally discover sex for myself. Yes, the worst part of this is that I have never even worked up the courage to be with someone. I am filled with so much curiosity on what it would be like, feel like, to be with someone. So with this newfound determination, I now have there is only one question left for me to answer: Where do I even begin?