#06: Strange Situations.

‘Are you a virgin, in the backseat?’ The question pierces my half hearted reverie. I don’t respond right away, not sure if I want to go there right now. I wasn’t paying too much attention to the conversation, I’d overhear words and sentences and let them shape my thoughts into less abstract ideals. I asses how comfortable I am with unleashing this information, with these people in this car, at this time. I’m not a secretive person, in fact I am a very open one, but there are different rules when a member of family is present.
The day was over in a flash. Starting at Joes, then to Applebees and Wal-Mart, to Brians house then back to Brighton’s just for a moment then to Adam’s house where we spent the evening which brings me back to now, driving home in a strange guys car. The latter thought is oddly comforting. I guess it’s a familiar situation for me. The guys were laid back, reserved toward my unfamiliar presence at first but after a twenty minute session of ‘get the British chick to say funny things in her accent’ a sense of comfort descended over the day’s company. They teach me a game, it’s called Ninja - the aim is to slap someone’s hand, by which they’re rendered out. The winner is the one left with one or both hands unslapped. It turns out I was pretty good, they were impressed with my daring. I instantly felt accepted.  Brighton and I were the only females in a group of ten; they were all attractive in their own way. The rest of the day passed in a similar fashion. British vs American culture and an introduction into how they live. My increased relax in state must be apparent as it is mirrored in their own character. At Adam’s we play the N64 and read sexual articles from his magazines. I’m a little rusty so I loose a lot but they appreciate my not being a sore loser and as for the sex discussions, I’m not sure what would be appropriate to say regarding my newly come status so I focus instead on pitching curve balls on the baseball game I picked out. We realise it’s midnight and we have to leave, two quick games of Ninja before we do (I win one, lose one) and that brings me to this moment and this unanswered question. Deep breath, ‘no’ I say, ‘no I’m not’. I look forward and neither of them show any signs of surprise but I guess that doesn’t mean anything. Brighton comments on the fact he called me ‘in the backseat’ rather than my name as we pull into the driveway, nothing more said on the matter. I thank him for the ride and tell him it was a pleasure. I’m sure I’ll see you again soon, he replies. I’m relatively flattered. I fall asleep thinking about my sexual history - I can’t tell if I’m embarrassed or proud or simply indifferent. Before I get too caught up in my internal debate, exhaustion wins out and my drowsy mind has somewhat settled for indifference.