Chapter 8December 24: Ramon
I’ve been on a number of memorable dates in my life. You don’t get to be thirty-five, still unmarried, having spent twenty years dating, and not have a list of memorable dates.
There was the sushi, movie, and blow-jobs-in-the-car date with my band-camp boyfriend, the summer I got my driver’s license. I’ve always wondered if my parents ever suspected what I got up to in that car. Maybe they closed their eyes and went la-la-la-not-thinking-about-it.
Same car, different year: prom night. s*x in the back seat with my date. She wasn’t a virgin, which made the whole thing less stressful. It’s always harder for me to tell if a woman genuinely enjoys s*x; she swore she did. I disappointed her, though, because I didn’t tell her I loved her afterward, and I could tell
