Well, that was the problem. It turned out the corner wasn’t inconspicuous enough. 
Sua
I was a virgin birth, myself.
Some things I don’t think anyone should have to know.
My parents took me to the hotel in which I was conceived at age 12. They told me about, and I freaked. Even worse, they tried to book the same room.
:shudder:
You guys are silly.
I fail to see what is so horrifying about knowing your parents have a sex a life. Lord knows my parents have always had a very active and, um, loud one and it never bothered me. Hell, my Mom left steamy notes for Dad on their bedroom mirror-in lipstick. I thought it was kinda amusing. My youngest brother, OTOH, is still mortified. He’s 33, has three kids, I can’t imagine why he thinks his sex life is normal but Mom & Dad’s is something too horrifying to contmeplate.
My daughter, who is almost 16, has heard of some of my more colorful exploits, not from me directly usually, and she did the same thing I did when I heard about anything my parents did.
Laughed.
In an amused “HAHAHAHA! You are human!” way. Not a “OHMYGOD, I have to get out of here!” kind of way.
I think I would tell the kid about the time Dad galloped around the room to entertain you. It makes Dad look kinda silly in a fun way but you were the one tripping. Bad Sua. 
Well, that tops my story.
Ever since I found out, I’ve been in perpetual denial. “I hatched, dammit!” is what I tell everyone.
[ul]The second coming? :rolleyes:[/ul]
No, I’m pretty sure if it was a virgin birth, there was pretty much no coming at all. 
Well, for my part, the scariest phrase I ever heard was when my mom said “Oh, your father and I dropped acid.” She said this in the same kind of voice you might use to say “Oh, your father and I applied for a second mortgage.” Granted, it happened only once, before I was born, but still.
I also know that I was conceived in a 1982 Chrysler LeBaron convertible, purchased on Valentine’s Day, 1983. (I was born 9 months and a day later.) I only wonder how they managed to do anything in that car. It was my first car and it was small for me just to drive. I can’t imagine doing anything else in it.
I got my parents back for those tidbits of information, though. Once, after a particularly… lustful evening, my mother said to me “Maybe you can try to be a little less… conspicuous in the future? I had to tell your father you were moving furniture.”
Natalie and I toned it down after that.
A few years ago, my father told me about his philosophy when he was single. He swore by the four F’s:
Find them
Feed them
Fuck them
Forget them
I really didn’t need to know that. :eek:
Are you sure she said IN and not ON? There’s room on the hood for lots of things.
On a slightly different note:
A bit less than a year ago, I was at my maternal grandparents’ house. Nana’s pretty cool, but we’ve never discussed activities that either of us’ve engaged in that could be termed “exploits”.
At some point, I mentioned that a friend had had drug problems, but he took care of his addictions. She then asked me, in a conversational tone, “I know you haven’t tried the really bad stuff, but have you ever smoked marijuana?”.
Oy. I’m not an habitual smoker, but it’s happened. I didn’t want to lie, but Mom was within possible hearing distance. She wouldn’t have had a fit, but I’d rather she not know right now. I knew that Nana wouldn’t say anything, so I quietly said that yeah, I’d never tried anything like coke or heroin, but I’d smoked weed a few times.
She was utterly curious! “What does it taste like? Like cigarettes? How’d it feel?”. I confided that I didn’t smoke cigarettes, but from the few drags I’d taken off the cigs of friends, no. And it felt pretty good.
I thought the whole thing was pretty funny. My grandmother asking me to school her about weed. Heh.
My best friend & I have discussed this topic - what’re we going to divulge to our (hypothetical) kids when they question us about what we did during our college years? Scary.
Until they reach their early 20’s, I’ll probably only volunteer a cautionary tale or two (“Once, I drank so much on an empty stomach, the last drink being some blue crap, that I threw up blue at 5 in the morning - don’t let this happen to you!”). If they ask, I’ll use my discretion - I have the concern that pre-teens/teens might take some of my stories as carte blanche to engage in risky behavior. Past their early 20’s, I’ll be more open.
I think I handled knowledge of my parents’ “adventures” quite well when I was younger. Knowing how to be quiet, little, and inconspicuous can lead to hearing a heap of interesting information. I knew all about the time my dad was arrested for trying to outrun the cops on his new motorcycle, and how much he enjoyed ‘mind-expanding’ substances. Heck, when I was three I found his weed stash. That definitely came in handy when he caught me smoking it when I was 16. I pointed out that he had, he pointed out that he stopped over ten years before and knew more about it than me. He asked me to stop, I appreciated that, so I stopped. [sub]well, that one other time didn’t count[/sub] Easy as that. When my aunt (who is also my best friend) decided I could handle it, she told me tons of hilarious stories. I wasn’t traumatized in the least. My parents were kids. Of course they were stupid. Even stupider than me.
Even having their sex life confirmed before my very eyes when I was eleven wasn’t that big a deal. I knew it happened. After that first time, if I knew that they were ahem expressing their love, I’d run interference for them. Of course I’d always tease my dad afterwards, but no biggie.
And everyone seem so upset about learning of their conception I know when and where my two brothers and I were made. I asked and they told.
Hmm, looking back, I’d say I had a pretty healthy relationship with them. 
You were conceived at age 12?? Man, that delivery must’ve hurt!
OTOH, I’ll bet you were in all the “advanced” classes…
There’s a weird parallel about this. I was seeing some friends and their toddlers, and one got his diaper ripped off-- complete with smeary stuff and a very fragrant odor-- by his sister.
When do we tell the kid about that-- when his friends are over for a sleepover? I think not…
I have to vote for the “when you take them out for their first beer” timing…
I knew all through high school that my parents were virgins when they married.
It wasn’t until after college, my marriage, and subsequent divorce that the Truth Came Out one Christmas Eve when my mom, my uncle, and I were giggly on some margaritas…“Your dad and I were a thousand miles apart for the last six months of our engagement…and before that, well…let’s just say we were TECHNICAL virgins when we got married”
Made me feel a little better about some of the crazy stuff I did. Perhaps in 20 years I’ll tell her about it. But not my dad. He’s easily shocked.
Corr
whose father accepted that she was having sex…in the theoretical sense…about six months after she was married