I'm 17. I've got cool friends, I go out, people tell me I'm really pretty. Usually I get home from school and immediately go online. My mother bought me a computer when I started school. She thinks I spend hours studying or chatting with my cousin in Quebec who I can't stand. It's true, sort of, that I'm studying, but usually I find an essay I can download from the net for my homework. It's easier that way, I lose less time and I gain some so I can make my choice.
These days all my friends have already had sex, with mutual friends, in twosomes or more. Not one managed to escape those losers who are just gagging for me to fall into their arms. They all look the same - same personality, same look, same desires.
But I choose to lose my virginity to who I choose. So I've signed up online. It's free for girls. I did a photo with my mobile. It's true, I am pretty.
I was looking for a nice-looking guy, not far from here, who likes R&B. I found someone really fit. We chatted then made arrangements to meet. He came to get me. Nice car. He invited me to KFC, we went to a hotel, we smoked a joint. Then we kissed and we made love and then we watched MTV. He paid for everything. He gave me lunch vouchers, which was nice of him. Afterwards he sent me a link to a video of Beyoncé falling over during her show in Orlando. Poor cow.
I know it's the first times that count.

NF 2007. Translation : Rose George