You do understand what kind of story this is, right?

Well… yeah, but actually, no.

Back in my senior year, I lost my virginity to this one girl named Brittany Cypress, who was my third and last steady girlfriend in high school. We broke up about a month before my first year of college.

The thing is, she really didn't want to have sex, but I was one of those assholes who made a big deal about entering the real world as a virgin. I know, that typical toxic masculinity bullshit that I fell for after watching American Pie one too many times.

So, I pressured her into doing it. And in the months that followed, I felt increasingly guilty about it. That's actually the reason that we broke up.

She called me late night at night in early August, crying because she wanted that moment to be special to her, and I just took it away for a selfish reason. I told her that i agreed that I was being a stupid idiot and decided it would be better if we weren't together.

And I totally understood. I even tried to visit her to apologize in person, but her older brother Austin literally got in my way and told me to never come back, and that I would regret doing what I did.

Man, Austin Cypress. What an absolute unit. 6'3", 200-something pounds, played varsity football all four years of high school and most of his time at college, and was the team captain for the better part of that time. There was even discussion about him being a potential first draft pick in the NFL, but he turned it down. He wanted to be a welder or something like that.