Sex on the First Date?

Growing up, I was a wee little thing.  Skinny.  Boney.  (Ohhhh, I STILL hate that word).  Many of you who know me personally probably remember. 

So nobody was clamoring and knocking down my door to “get with me”.

And by “get with me”, I’m talking about Doing the Do.

The Nasty.

Boning.

Screwing.

Getting some.

Fucking.  

Oh sure, I was known enough since I was a cheerleader and I was always easy-going and I drove my own car and I hung out with Menina, who was arguably one of the prettiest black chicks at Palisades High School back in the day. 

What I like to call “popular by proximity”.  Ha.

But that was SO it.

I think most of the guys thought of me as their sister.  And whomever I had a crush on, they didn’t have any idea.  Instead, I had to hear about some chick in my inner-circle that they liked. 

“Try to get Tish’s number for me.”

“Yeah, alright.”  Roll the eyes.

Get your own damn number, shit.

So I was a virgin on prom night.  And for a long time after that, but that's neither here nor there.

While all my girls were trying to figure out their dresses and hairstyles and shoes and limousines and all that, ole Rocky was trying to figure out if that night was gonna be the night she had her back blown out. (lol, that expression is so damn funny to me.)

 Then the bottom fell out when my “boyfriend” at the time told me he couldn’t be my date and I ended up going with a 22 year old drug dealer by the name of Lucky (I have no idea what his real name was) whom I met exactly two days before prom .

And ain’t nobody ever been further away from getting a piece of ass than Lucky was.

I mean, I was down to do it with the boyfriend, but I’ll be damned if I was giving it up to this man I didn’t know.

I mean, I ain’t no scallywhop or nothing.

And it was the first date.  The only date really.

Sex on the first date is a no-no.

Or is it?

Today, with all the diseases and talk about unwanted pregnancies and crazy folks on the loose, it is a whole lot to worry about when you go on a date with a new guy or girl.

I know that when I have a conversation with my single friends and they are talking about a new man, the whole sex issue is a major part of the discussion.

“He is so friggin’ sexy, Roxanne.  He’s got these big arms and chiseled chest and an ass you can open a can of vegetables with.”

“Really?”  I’ll say, smiling to myself.

“Yes.  Goddamn fine.”  They’ll say.

“So, you gonna give him some?”  Is the eventual question.

It gets tricky here.  Because your girl wants to tell you the truth without looking like she should be sporting her limegreen fishnets and feathers on the Ho Stroll.

 If it is not an immediate NO, then the answer always has all these contingencies.

“Well, if he seem like he’s cool and if we’re feeling each other and if he doesn’t say anything stupid and if he smells good and he has on the right clothes and his teeth are perfect and he pays for dinner and he opens the doors and he looks in my eyes and if he don’t have kids and if he’s never been married and if he’s…” 

Girl please.

Yes or no.

It’s such an easy question.  Do you or have you given it up on the first date?  Or if that is giving way too much information from you personally, how about you give your opinion from a bystander’s view?

You can start it like this: “Well, I personally never have done it on the first date but…”

See? 

What says you?  Sex on the first date?  

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