Were I a fictional character in someone else's story, it's at this point I'd say that I am occasionally very silly when it comes to sex, bizarre in my abilities to switch from the sublime to the snickering in seconds. Or maybe I'd talk about how I occasionally miss those boys and all the sex we had. Perhaps I'd be wry and charming, or maybe a little bit embittered.

Unfortunately, I'm not a fictional character.

I've had a lot of sex in the six years since the first time. Some of it was a lot of fun. Some of it was merely mediocre. I spent about eight months celibate once, too, and that was a fertile time for me as well.

And I change.