Since I lost just about everything paper in a couple of floods years back, I'm going to have to approximate what one of my old journal entries would have been like.
One day in 1974
I've been seeing the deacon's daughter for three years now. I love playing in band with her and love running around backstage with her pretending to be spies finding the secrets of the underground bunker (it was an abandoned fall out shelter). I love her, but I'll probably never live up to her father's standards seeing how he's a rich bank accountant, but I don't care about that. One thing that I'm about fed up with, though, is her not wanting to have sex because she's saving herself for Jesus and just knows that he's returning any day now. My hormones are raging and holding her hot body next to mine nearly drives me through the roof! I have half a mind to tell her, "Jesus is in me, so let me part the waters." If she says no one more time, I think I'm going to shoot myself.
Ok, so that didn't work out. We both went off to separate colleges. I was really heartbroken over her rejection and proceeded to make up for lost time. I got hold of a really wild one and she taught me quite a bit. When the wild one and I parted, I decided to be a little wild myself. A year after that, I met the woman whom I was with until she died.
I saw my high school sweetheart again a couple years back and she was still claiming to be a virgin. Somehow, a 55 year old virgin didn't interest me, as lovely as she still is. I figure she must have some real hang-ups if she hadn't gotten laid by now. When I was in the hospital recovering from my CABG (coronary artery bypass grafting), she came to visit me and apologized for breaking my heart. That seemed pretty strange and while I was there, I just said thanks and pretended not to care. After she left and no one was in the room, I thought about it for a minute and suddenly broke out in tears.