I fell in love, and decided that he was "the one."

My four years of college were really liberating,especially because I excelled academically and I was able to deviate from normalcy on two occasions.

All my life people have thought highly of me. I always did well in school, all the guys wanted to date me, and I was quite popular. I was considered the perfect girl next door.

Well, the summer I graduated from high school, I met a guy,thought I fell in love, and decided that he was "the one."

Although he was aware of my virgin status, he never pressured me, a quality I adored. Anyway,when we started college we parted indefinitely, and vowed not to date other people, especially because he was "the one."

As the year progressed, I learned that he dated a lot of girls, but constantly lied to me. So, I decided to date a guy. Instead of just dating this one guy, I began to fall for his roommate, and by the end of the year, I screwed both guys, on separate occasions of course, and realized that I didn't love "the one" after all.

Three years later, "the one" and I decided to consumate our relationship, since I had nothing better to do than wait for him. But to my displeasure, he was awful and could not understand my disappointment in his performance, since I was virgin.