Last year I devoted an entire column to horrifying true stories of desperate and/or depressing holiday sex. This year, on the suggestion of a Savage Love reader, I’m devoting an entire column to my readers’ favorite, fondest, and most cherished (sex-related) holiday experiences. Enjoy.
In the fall of 2001, I entered college as an 18-year-old virgin. Instead of screwing every frat boy on campus, as I had planned, I ended up falling in love with the shy nerd down the hall. The first night I ended up in his bed he informed me that he would be more comfortable if we “kept our clothes on for now.” He had planned to become a monk until a year before we met, and he was easing himself into “sins of the flesh.”
Just before Christ-mas break, he decided he was ready. We were going to lose our virginities to one another. I fetched the...