He was always right

My first real boyfriend was a brillant slacker and the quintessential older man. I couldn't have wished for a more perfect deflowering, in his bedroom at his parents' house while they watched Cool Runnings in the basement.

Rewind to the time we dropped acid in the squalid apartment he shared with a comics store clerk and an artist - god how I loved his bohemian charms! Around 5am, we started coming down and I became convinced it was a good idea for me to lose my virginity then and there. He stopped us since we didn't have condoms, but weeks later, in the bitter throes of breakup, he said I was careless and "almost got yourself pregnant."So very smart.