I was 18 and living in the dorms at college. I had met a total dreamboat at a concert a few weeks before and we had been hanging out a lot. He lived in the dorms across the street from mine, but went to a different college. I was without a doubt infatuated with him and I honesty believed that we would get married. Oh, 18 year old me was so naive.

Anyway, it was Labor Day weekend. I don’t remember much about the actual event, but he was 6’8” and we were in a twin bed so I’m gonna assume it was pretty clumsy. I do remember that the condom got, uh, ‘lost’ for a little while and we both had minor heart attacks over that.

He, of course, turned out to be a total asshole and to this day is the only man (boy) that has ever broken my heart.