I needed some time to process those entries. There was still a lot for me to wrap my head around. No, not the vampire part—I had been suppressing my gut feeling about that for a while. I’d grill him about all the gory details at a more appropriate point in time, if I really even wanted to know more. My real problem was with the other V word. Virgin. He must be joking. I must have read it wrong . . . a hundred times. Maybe I needed glasses and saw “losing my Virginia accent”? He was a virgin the first time we had sex. I popped his possibly undead cherry on top of my new piano, which, by the way, had found a nice spot in the corner of my living room. My mind could not understand the enormity of it. He was so skilled, and so sexual. He simply oozed sex—okay, poor word choice—he oozed sex in a nondisgusting or -graphic way. I had never been with a virgin.
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