HOW TIM RUINED THANKSGIVING
A high school girl’s awkward sexcapade is nothing to be thankful for
In high school, I was really into this hot football player, Tim. Since I was a lowly underclassman, I was psyched when he invited me to my first high school party. The party started off great—drinks were flowing, Lil’ Wayne was blaring, and I ended up in a bedroom with Tim.
I had only had sex a few times before Tim, and it was with my boyfriend, who took my virginity. After a few minutes of foreplay (including him disgustingly sticking his tongue in my ear) we started having sex. I was inexperienced, so I was a little nervous even after countless shots and Solo cups of Natty Light.
He asked if he didn’t have to wear a condom and I drunkenly agreed since I was on the pill. Suddenly, he pulled out, looking nervous. He told me he came early, and I started freaking out. Seeing my reaction, he quickly changed his story.
“It’s just piss baby. Don’t worry.”
Being young and naïve, I was more reassured than grossed out. I didn’t think anything of it until I started getting texts from friends asking me if I was “turkey basted.” Apparently, this is a term for when a guy pees inside you. I continuously denied it, but no one believed me.
To make matters worse, Thanksgiving was only a few weeks away after everyone was buzzing about it. The holiday will never quite be the same—every time I see a turkey baster I feel a little sick.
Submit your dating confessions, pretty please. We swear on our wedding finger to keep it our little secret.
