In recogition of this most important of days…I offer a snippet of an old post that explains a lot about me…
I lost my virginity on April Fools Day.
Looking back, there was probably no way I could’ve waited any longer. Spring is a dangerous time for high school hormones and there wasn’t much more than a thin layer of denim seperating me from the the population of Willard High School. Nevertheless, April Fools day was an unfortunate choice and probably set up a lifetime of intimate pranks for my already humorous male form.
I feel I squandered a lot of potential by not waiting for another day. Just imagine what a force I could’ve been had I chosen something like Columbus Day (ah, the great discoverer!), Thanksgiving Day (no, thank YOU), or George Washington’s birthday (you can’t get anything for a buck these days). But, I picked a day for pranksters. Still, more than a decade later, I am surprised that the foul-mouthed poet didn’t look up in to my swimming eyes and say, “April Fools!”
I would like to end this little missive by saying “April Fools! I actually lost my virginity on Bastille Day.” However, I am an honest man (and a man I am), and the only fool around these parts is yours truly.