Charlie

I’m a virgin.

                   I know, I know, it’s not cool.

                                                                   I don’t really care.

Innocence means

something to me.

And once it’s gone,

you can’t get it back.

I want my first time to be really

special. I can picture it now.

It will be on our honeymoon:

Candles, dim lighting,

romantic music playing,

the love in his eyes.

There won’t be any rough

play – just soft, intimate love.

The kind of love I imagine everyone

dreams of.

No pressure.

No lies.

No “sex.”

Just making love.

Hopefully we’ll conceive.

Nine months later, a precious

baby will enter our lives,

forever altering who we are.

Making us parents.

And we’ll do our best to raise them,

teach them, mold them,

instill the right values.

We’ll be the “fun”

parents – but not too

fun. Our son or daughter

will be happy - happier than

I ever was growing up.

I want to give them

everything I could never have,

          everything that was stolen from me.

I want to have that joyous family,

the one that every other family envies.

What the hell?

I’m beginning to sound like                                      a                  fairy                tale.