And then you went on to be gay. Surely there’s a joke in there somewhere. 
It’s far from uncommon…
Well, I’m 39, male, and have yet to manage to lose it.
Well, I used to say 23. But I’ve since changed my definition of sex, so now it’s 17. We’re still very good friends and we’re actually getting married (to different people) within weeks of each other in the same town this May.
Life is odd, eh?
There’s something in there, but I’m not sure it’s a joke. For some time now, there’s been kind of an unspoken cultural truism that “involved with a much older woman” is somehow equivalent to “gay.” I think it came from a few grotesque old actresses who acquired effeminate young male companions. But being sexually attracted to someone old enough to be your mom doesn’t make her your mom, and last I checked, all it makes you is straight.
Female person, currently in my mid-thirties, here.
NinjaChick, if I recall your educational history correctly, you’ve already resisted the richest ground for orgy opportunity I’ve ever encountered. 23 days past eighteen, for me – and six weeks into freshman year at the non-monastic monastery on the hill. Maybe it’s the high desert sunlight that warms the blood…or maybe it’s horny teens who couldn’t get laid in high school suddenly recognizing their own kind…all around them and unsupervised.
But Sampiro is gay.
And what’s this ‘grotesque’ business, anyway? Are you saying Bea Arthur isn’t hot? :mad:
My thought now is-it’ll happen when it happens.
Anyone who has a problem, well, you know, it’s my body, and my decision. If you want to look down on me, go right ahead.
I don’t know where NinjaChick goes to school, but it can’t possibly be more orgy-conducive than CMU. Basically the reasons you mention: years of pent-up hormonal urges on both sides abruptly find an outlet.
Am I the only one imagining a very odd cheerleading accident? 
sigh
Yeah, but I was too busy lusting from afar over various unobtainable guys and getting way too bogged down in the emotional aspect of the soap-opera nonsense that seems to happen there. (And alas, I’ve left the college for now, and don’t know if I’m going to return or not.)
Hijack, brief:
They’re more obtainable than you may suppose, but the soap opera goes on forever.
Half a lifetime (mine, so far) later and I still get ten or so e-mails a day from freshman dorm-mates. Most have thrived, no matter how long they stayed. A popular quote from those who heard their mommies or real opportunity calling well before graduation: “There’s no shame in running, even by night, from disaster.” The Iliad (I think.)
There is a traditional Funk Phase after separation of any kind from the college. As you choose your next path, let me know if I can help you find someone who has traveled something like it before you.
25, Male.
Not to hijack, but would indulging (although I wouldn’t call it indulgance given how little I experience it) in oral after losing my virginity be against the norm?
Male, at 16. I lost it to a 24-year old college girl in a Holiday Inn in Salt Lake City, on our way home from an month-long Outward Bound expedition. What a filthy, wonderful young woman. 
As a male, I made it 147 years before losing my virginity.
Yes, those are dog years.
I’m 22 and I haven’t gone for it yet, I’m waiting for someone I care about. I used to wait for religious reasons, now I just don’t want it to be a meaningless one night stand which is all I’m offered these days.
“Lady Godiva was a freedom rider,
she didn’t care if the whole world looked…”
That really was a big break then.
23, wasn’t engaged at the time, later married him.
I’d gotten to grim acceptance of never having another relationship by the time I met Mr. Neville. I almost told him I wouldn’t be his girlfriend, because we were friends, and I figured a relationship wouldn’t last, and would just cost me a good friend. It’s good to be wrong sometimes.
Or bi.
Lost mine at 28 with a prostitute. I’ve always said, you want something done right, get a professional to do it.