I met my husband, we dated, I told him I was "ready" after six months of seeing each other. SO... On his bed in his house.
(We dated so more, then moved in together, and then moved to Wisconsin, then we got married. So no, I didn't wait for marriage; not that there is anything wrong with that. I can get why some people choose to wait. But I can understand why some don't. Just different strokes for different folks. [insert cliche here])
I guess I am choosing to answer this thread because I have had time to think about my life a lot lately. Should I have been wilder when I was younger? Sometimes I think I should have tried harder and become a "slut". But I am genuinely happy with how my life has turned out; I am happily married. And I wonder if my path would have ended the same way if I had been the "bad girl".
By the way... that bed I lost it on. We still use it- it is the bed we sleep on every night in the master bedroom. I can never get rid of that bed now. Ever. Oy!
... It was at a house party. I couldn't tell you who's bedroom it was, but it was definitely a room with a bed in it. I'm guessing the room belonged to one of her friends, because she invited me to the party and seemed to know everyone there.
7 goals and 16 points in 20 games. The future is now.
I don't really remember. I think it might have been her bedroom, but I woke up and was laying in a bed next to a less then perfect woman, and we were both naked. So I got dressed and ran out, and started hitch-hiking. Since I really don't know if that counts because I don't actually remember doing it. The next time was on a large pile of cut wood on the side of the road.
With a female : in my car at the time, a 1991 Chevy Cavalier, in front of the Hollywood Video (in 2002)
With a male : Downstairs in my ex-roommate's old house, on his futon that I'd been sleeping on, Listening to Underworld's "Dubnobasswithmyheadman" album. He's still bitter that I did something like that in his house before he did. (in 2004)
I apologize to any Ws that didn't want to hear that...
Philly cheesesteaks. There's a Quizno's near my workplace, and I used to go in there practically every day I came to the office for a large sub. (It wasn't the greatest ever, but I developed a fond liking for it that's hard to describe.)