Why is that?’ I have no idea how to respond. I wonder who he is, what he does for a living, but I won’t ask him either of those things. They don�...��t really matter do they? At least, not tonight. I wonder how to answer his question. ‘I guess I’ve never really felt like anyone wanted to dance with me,’ I say. It’s not the truth. Plenty of men have asked me to dance. I’ve just never had the courage to say yes. ‘You could dance with any man here,’ he says, gesturing with his glass at the crush of. It just means I'm jealous."And also, not only were the guys over nice to me, but they werepatronising too. Even in the first assignment of the course, guys werelooking over my shoulder and offering "helpful" tips. As if because I hada vagina (hopefully not for long) I had never written a computer programbefore. I got some smug satisfaction when I got up from the firstpractical class, having completed the first assignment before anyone else.I continued to work out and take dance classes. On the. I mean, just as good as being Lou with... ummm, with you."Sarah felt like she'd been kicked in the gut, or perhaps, more accurately, in the heart. It took her several seconds to get enough breath to ask the question that was now foremost on her mind. "Are you trying to say that... that you... want me? That way?" Want is a pretty wimpy word. A year ago, I didn't believe in love, you know? It was a good word for getting in with a girl, a nice way of prettying up good hard, sweaty, mutually. It would be manhandled all open for his pleasure and mostly it’s a sign of submitting myself to the manliness of the guy.I eagerly saw the clock tick slowly to reach the evening before it finally dawned on me. I am going to lose my virginity today. In the past I had been really to get laid by a man and spent most of the time online in chat rooms. It was the best platform to take the plunge by revealing myself dressed and nude. The men commented without wasting even a single minute and it was.