Jennifer pushed her way through the big revolving doors, knowing she was about to have sex with a complete stranger. As instructed, she strode across the lavishly appointed lobby without stopping at the reception desk. That this was the same hotel she had stayed in with her parents when they brought her to visit the college, struck an ironic chord with her. Jennifer slowed down to admire the gleaming cherry paneling, bras...

We all remember our first time. It’s an important, if sometimes cringe-worthy, milestone on the road to adulthood. Our minds replay the scenes again and again, as if from an old, favorite film. Here is my story.The busy luncheonette adjoining the main concourse didn’t look too toxic. I dropped my duffle bag and slid onto a stool at the counter without anyone so much as looking at me. I take that back. A waitress slapped d...