What's "Up Chuck"?

Hello!  First of all today I thought I’d do a little housekeeping and cover something that has been on my mind of late.  Some of you may have noticed that I don’t respond to your comments in the comment section any more like I used to.  Well then I’m sure that you’ve also noticed that I’ve been responding to your comment via email, like 98% of the time.  Unless you’re someone that I already regularly email or talk with on the phone then it’s a good chance the comment will come up during one of those exchanges.  So I say this because I didn’t want to discourage those of you who might not leave one on account of you think I’m a lazy ass bastard who doesn’t appreciate the time you take to put down your thoughts.  I know there are bloggers out there like that, but I’m (usually) not one of them!  If you want me to email you back be sure to put your correct email address in there.  I can’t respond if you don’t.  It happens all the time, I’m afraid.
Secondly, I was emailing recently with Q and she was telling me about her first time (subject totally unsolicited on my part) with her boyfriend, when she was but a wee little girl in small town Texas, and it made me think.  There’s been many times where I’ve read blog posts and comments from the ladies and so many of them, like 96.7%, always say something about what a lousy experience their first time was.  How the guy was a jerk, or he came too soon, or he told everyone in school, or other random boo hoo complaints.  Like everyone’s first time is supposed to be all perfect with angels singing, doves flitting and rose petals floating down from the air.  Geeze ladies…give a horny teenager a break will ya?

Well it’s made me think about my first time.  I’ve mentioned it before, but for the record it was January 28, 1986 at around 11am cst.  Why do I know the exact date and time?  Well you see I was at a buddy’s house, home from school that day kinda sick and my girlfriend at the time skipped school to hang out with me.  We were back in his bedroom doing the deed when the doorbell interrupted us.  A minute later we heard my friend hollering down the hall, telling us to come watch the television because the space shuttle had just blown up.  A UPS guy made the announcement along with whatever he was delivering to my friend’s parents.  So you can understand why it’s easy for me to remember my first time.

Anyway, I’ve started to wonder if maybe somewhere that old girlfriend of mine is chatting with friends or writing on a blog about how terrible that Chuck guy was.  Well for the record I tried.  I just couldn’t finish.  I know most teenage guys pop off pretty quick, and I was like that on occasion later, but that day I just couldn’t.  And then of course I had to compete with the damn Challenger tragedy.  It’s totally not fair.  Tricia, if you’re out there….how about giving me another chance.  I promise I’ll be better.  I’ve had a little practice since then.