So, this is a little bit off the beaten path of the usual "field report," as it was a completely unexpected encounter. It is illustrative of how much an impression you make on a woman by being her first.

I was at a conference this past weekend, and a couple of hours before my plane took off, I ran into a girl I dated for about eight months during my freshman year in college. Mind you, I was about as blue pill/ "Nice Guy" as you can get back then, and add to that the usual bumbling inexperience of an 18-year-old, and I was a completely different person than I am at age 43. Still, even in my beta-tude, I managed to be this girl's first in just about everything sexual. Mind you, the girl was a hard 6 with a pleasant demeanor back in the day, but she was eager to please. Things eventually ended, and I had neither seen nor heard from her in almost 25 years.

That is, until this past Saturday, when I saw her at a conference a couple of hours before I was to leave town. I saw her first, and I have to admit that the years have been pretty kind to her (relatively speaking). My current SO was a toddler when I was dating this woman, so I am perfectly happy with what I have going on in my day-to-day life. So, I caught her attention and pulled her aside with the intention of catching up with her for half an hour or so.

It was fascinating to see her reaction. Here was this woman who had not seen me for almost a quarter century, had dated others, married a guy, and now has a ten-year-old kid, and her legs nearly went out from under her upon laying eyes on me and realizing who I was. She was stammering and almost visibly shaking as we shared what was going on in our lives since the university.

Long story short, we exchanged business cards and hugged and went our separate ways again. Since Saturday, however, she has emailed me several times. At first, the messages were chaste and friendly, but I decided to try out some "old girlfriend" game to see how it might work. I made a passing mention to memories about the sex between us, and that quickly escalated into a confession about how awkward it was to have such a lengthy conversation with me without my tongue ending up in her mouth, and how I have caused her two sleepless nights because she has been up thinking about me. She claims that this situation is new to her, and remembering how reserved she was back in our university days, I am inclined to take that statement at face value. She's a married woman with a nice quiet life, saying it's probably a good thing we didn't run into each other 24 hours earlier, because she might have done something she would have been guilty about later.

So, my take-aways from this:

  1. Men, if you find the elusive virgin and you fuck her, keep in mind that no matter who she fucks in the future, you have imprinted yourself upon her psyche in a way that no man in the future ever will. There is a level of emotional intensity that accompanies the sex, and she will bond to you.

  2. Women who ride the carousel, in order to keep riding, have to drastically suppress that inclination toward emotional intimacy and devotion, making her a horribly shitty bet for a LTR or a wife.

  3. Even after two and a half decades, there will be an inclination to want to become intimate with her first (she used the term "visceral" to describe her reaction to seeing me again). In other words, it never really goes away.

Truth be told, even though I am decidedly more inclined toward the younger end of the age range these days, I likely would have tried to close with her, had I more time, if for no other reason than to see how the sex would have been different between us since I swallowed the RP and now have Game on my side. Still, I have found the whole experience a highly instructive reminder on the ways of women.

UPDATE (12/22/2014): The woman made up an excuse to her company for them to pay for her a trip to my city and let her stay overnight, all so that she could get fucked by me. Turns out that her husband is a porn addict and hasn't fucked her in years (no reason to believe that she would lie about that, as I never openly indicated any reluctance to fuck her otherwise). So, she got a hotel room about five minutes away from my workplace a week ago, and I banged the hell out of her, took one of the room keys, and returned before work the next morning for a blowjob and another round of sex.