My aversion to women had made a very large impact on my life in that it meant I was still a virgin at a drinking age. I know, to some people, this isn't a bad thing, but there is only so much that self-gratification can give you, and after a while I began getting sexually frustrated. I went out just to blow off some steam, not expecting much to come of it, and ended up in the bed of this one waitress I met a few times. It was my first time, and I wasn't too upset about having it with a complete stranger then. Not sure if I really am now, but it could have had more meaning, I suppose.