Earlier this week I was over on her blog, and today she is here on mine! See? Blog swap. I told you it would happen.
I can’t remember who started reading whose blog first, but suffice it to say that we were fast internet-friends. I love following her adventures in Australia, her fun gluten free recipes and her blatant pimping of the Timtam. Also? Like me she is recently married to a lovely ‘foreigner’, living the life of a newlywed like a pro! Without further ado…
Look, I want to share a secret with all you Evolving Revolvers out there. But you have to promise that this isn’t going to get back to me at my blog ok?
The reason why it’s a secret is because I’m still embarrassed about it and I’d be absolutely mortified if my in laws found out about this. So seriously, pinky swear?
Here’s the deal. When I met my husband, at 24, I was a virgin who knew two things a. I am a no baby zone b. Eggplant is gross.
To say that the sexual tension was palpable is probably an understatement.
So after we’d been dating for a bit over a month and a half, He took me home to meet his parents (oh my god, do you see where this is going? I promise I’m already blushing). And so, in his childhood bedroom I lost my virginity.
And yes, it does make me feel like a complete and total teenager to type that.
Afterwards, I was a bit flummoxed about what had happened, where it happened, how it happened? I didn’t have any regrets (and I still don’t), but there were some things I needed make sure He knew, Like Right Then.
So, as we walked around the town he grew up in, the places he frolicked as a child, I told him that I knew it was early in our relationship, but that I didn’t want to have kids. I just blurted it out. “So um. You know. I don’t want children” BAM.
Luckily, my incredibly smooth delivery didn’t seem to throw him, as he was like “Yeah? I’m not sure I want them either.”
And then I said, “Also, I always kind of imagined that the first guy I slept with would be the only guy I slept with. I mean, no pressure or anything.”
So kids, that’s how it’s done. That’s how you lose your virginity in your boyfriend’s parent’s house, tell your new boyfriend you don’t want kids, and basically propose.
It’s a miracle we all survived that weekend, don’t you think?