Well, I learned some things yesterday because of a combination of a story from when I was born my mother told me and a memory from before I met my first girlfriend that I had not thought about since.

The story my mom told me is that I almost died just after I was born. I wouldn't gain weight, so they decided to leave me with my mother so she could feed me whenever I would take it.

It would be three months before I was out of the woods.

Now, for the memory.

After high school, before I met my first girlfriend, I became friends with a guy and a girl who one time decided I needed to loosen up and have some fun. Being young, and never having had a girl pay much attention to me before, I agreed to join them as they bought some alcohol before going back to the girl's place to chat.

Somehow, we all ended up in a bed together, with the girl trying to get me aroused enough to have sex with her while the guy watched.

It didn't work.

Maybe it was because of the idea of having an audience, but regardless the end result was I got dressed and left them to be together while I went back home.

Make of these moments what you will.