Digging these stories and provided support material. I love how songs transport us back so easily - to a specific memory. Visceral.
I was a virgin until sometime in college. Not frigid, just nervous. Dude I was dating my soph/jr years essentially told me that if we didn't "do it" we'd better just be friends. Wrote him a letter, gave it to his best friend in a sealed envelope. I instructed him to come to my room/mini-apt at a specific hour, dressed entirely in black (don't ask me why - this was still mid/late eighties), bottle of Barcardi and some diet cokes (yuck!), indicated he must be also be sporting whatever stupid cologne I gave him, and - most importantly - bring some Rod. Could I get more corny? He should have dumped me at that.