I met a French foreign exchange student on a train from Chicago to California in 2006. He was 16 and I was 17. Oh, how romantic he was. Kissing my hands goodnight. I wish I could scream back in time and say,”Don’t be a prude! Have s** with him!” He gave me his name (I don’t remember it ?) and wrote down his e-mail (lost it ?). If I could go back, I would have lost my virginity to him. ?
