Sing with me yall:
like a virgin
Touched for the very first time....
Touched for the very first time....
I arrived home, completing the first semester of my junior year in undergrad, for Christmas break. I remember it was much colder in Maryland after I adapted to the weather in Huntsville, Alabama. I took the first opportunity that came my way to leave the house, and it was presented by my brother insisting on taking me to "check out some scents". Just a note, my brother has an obsession with colognes, perfumes, scented oils you get the picture.
I tagged along, threw on a bright orange hoodie with my school's name and logo boldly printed on the front and added some boots. I wasn't trying to look fancy or even attempt to look my age. My sole concern at that point was warmth. We arrived at the store and my brother began prancing around as soon as he entered his niche. Okay, he didn't actually do that but he did begin to try scents.
After a while, ur five minutes, I decided to do my own thing. The shop was super small just a few tables with items. I began looking around and soon discovered this:
Sayyy whaattt? (The got stuff like this? Is it safe? Do people actually USE it??)
Call me innocent but my Biology-senses started tingling. Curiosity officially peaked, I picked it up and looked on the back. I wanted to see what ingredients was in it because obviously if it's a "tigtening" liquid for the vaginal I would assume it has some sort of chemicals that would "constrict" the muscle or constrict the blood vessels.
The giddy child in me couldn't let this go without maturely sharing it with my friends. So I took a picture of it. Oops the first one came out blurry. So I took a second one.
But in the corner was the store owner who had stopped talking to my brother and was watching me like a parent would a child at a distance. He even took a step in my direction, leaning over to see what I was looking at. When he got a good look I hear "No, no, no that's for adults.." (What ever that means)
I was in the middle of adding names and I heard him. I glanced in his direction, laughed, and hit send. There was no way home bwayy was talking to me. Nawww not in my university hoodie.
But he continued to watch me and I knew that he believed that this cream was not suitable for someone my "age", well the age he believed me to be.
Before leaving the store my brother was talking with the owner and somehow my age came up. If I remember correctly my there was mention of my being home for school. The man nods and says
"Ohh she looks really young."
"What?" My brother said and his head snapped back with an added snicker.
"Noo, she's home from college."
"How old are you?" The owner asks me. I didn't care to tell him, not to be rude, since I knew he already had a number in mind. No matter what I said or what ever over the top fancy SAT-like jargon I used he would be in total disbelief.
"How old do I look?" I replied.
"Hmm you look about my grand-daughter's age, 10 or 11. You cannot be older than that." I smiled and shook my head. I didn't even tell the man my age, my brother ended up revealing that I was 20, in college, and studying Biology.
I do use my looks to my advantage(sometimes), especially when I get a reduced price on kids meals. But at other times it can be annoying. Being carded at movies, while my peers go undisturbed. Or being taken serious that I want to be a dentist. Or that I'm not some young teenager entering a store to steal. But I guess with time I will hopefully cherish it.
Thanks for reading! Don't miss me to much!!
The giddy child in me couldn't let this go without maturely sharing it with my friends. So I took a picture of it. Oops the first one came out blurry. So I took a second one.
But in the corner was the store owner who had stopped talking to my brother and was watching me like a parent would a child at a distance. He even took a step in my direction, leaning over to see what I was looking at. When he got a good look I hear "No, no, no that's for adults.." (What ever that means)
I was in the middle of adding names and I heard him. I glanced in his direction, laughed, and hit send. There was no way home bwayy was talking to me. Nawww not in my university hoodie.
But he continued to watch me and I knew that he believed that this cream was not suitable for someone my "age", well the age he believed me to be.
Before leaving the store my brother was talking with the owner and somehow my age came up. If I remember correctly my there was mention of my being home for school. The man nods and says
"Ohh she looks really young."
"What?" My brother said and his head snapped back with an added snicker.
"Noo, she's home from college."
"How old are you?" The owner asks me. I didn't care to tell him, not to be rude, since I knew he already had a number in mind. No matter what I said or what ever over the top fancy SAT-like jargon I used he would be in total disbelief.
"How old do I look?" I replied.
"Hmm you look about my grand-daughter's age, 10 or 11. You cannot be older than that." I smiled and shook my head. I didn't even tell the man my age, my brother ended up revealing that I was 20, in college, and studying Biology.
I do use my looks to my advantage(sometimes), especially when I get a reduced price on kids meals. But at other times it can be annoying. Being carded at movies, while my peers go undisturbed. Or being taken serious that I want to be a dentist. Or that I'm not some young teenager entering a store to steal. But I guess with time I will hopefully cherish it.
Thanks for reading! Don't miss me to much!!
