Its said that everything we have seen, experienced, has been seen, experienced, or done by another. I think that thats a load of crap.
My Dad, god bless him, is a 44 year old wise-****, with the intelectual capacity of a true scholar, but the sense of humor and the mindset of a teenager. Always up for an adventure, but still willing to sit and have a conversation with somebody, as unusual as the conversation may end up being. My story is of one such conversation, the most uneasy conversation of my life.
I worked at a pizza place, and I worked alot, usually until 10 or later. One night, after one such work-related occasion, I walk in the door of my parents house, with only the intention of stripping down, showering, and then passing out before class the next morning.
"Hey Dave, come here for a sec." Oh ****, what'd I do this time.
I trudged up the stairs, to find my father sitting in the chair next to the computer. Out of the corner of my eye I caught something a little unusual on the computer screen. There she was. Butt naked, with every part of her anatomy to be seen. I never wanted to walk in on my dad looking at porn, but it appeared that what I wanted had just been tossed out the window.
"Uh, Dad, what is that?" A dumb question, but then again, I am called Capitan Obvious for a reason.
"I know that you have been dating around for a while, and beofre you jumped into a serious relationship, I thought I'd teach you something." Great, I'm getting a Sex-Ed lesson from my dad via online smut.
For the next 2 hours, he proceeded to school me, as uncomfortable and unwilling as I was to hear it, on all things related to a female's anatomy. By the end of the conversation, I didnt know whether to just say goodnight, or throw up first. The last thing an 18 year old kid, fresh out of high school needs to know, is that sometimes a girl likes it when you stick your tongue in her... well, you get the idea.
Looking back on it now, almost 4 years ago, I laugh. The things he showed me, the conversation, the works. I seriously doubt that anyone has had that experience. Now, maybe in a few years I'll seek counciling, citing that conversation as to my issues with intimacy, my lack of confidence, or maybe I'll just store it in the back of my head, like that porn you had in high school, stashed in the sock drawer so your mom wouldn't find it. Only time, and maybe some slight mental trauma, will tell.