My first time

Everyone is nervous their first time and this feels no different.

I was 13 the first time a drove a car. I remember the sickening excitement. Driving a stick. My dad was right next to me, but I was nervous as I stalled out the first 14 times. Oh, I remember.

I was nervous the first time I had to tell my parents about my first "F" on a report card.

First detention.
First suspension.

First job.
First time I quit.

The first time I shoplifted.
I was terrified the first time I was pulled over for speeding. 85 in a 65 and Kevin wasn't helping.

It's hard not to remember the first time you jump into a cold pool or lake. That's why we dip our toes in first.

I remember where I was and who I was with each of those times. There are some things that you just don't forget no matter what. Those traumatic moments stick so permanently into our minds. They become part of us. They define us. Our firsts contribute so much to how we face the rest of our lives. Most of us haven't touched a hot oven twice. We remember our firsts.

Thats why we put so much emphasis on first impressions. You only get one.

My first date, my first kiss and the first note passed in class. I remember all those firsts. The first time I got to second base was interesting as was the first (and only ladies) premature ejaculation. I remember the first time I talked to my girlfriends father when he knew... that I knew... that he knew... we had just had sex in his basement.

The first time I said, "I love you."
The first time I said, "We could be friends." as well as the first time we weren't.

My first blog will be remembered forever. It's not likely to be remembered for its great writing or stellar insight. The most likely reason is its chronological nature. It's my first time. There can never be another. I am nervous. Go easy on me.