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    Today's the day.
    17 years ago today, I made a huge mistake, and did the dirty deed with my "boyfriend" at the time. For the first time.
    I'm 34 years old.
    I've been more or less sexually active for fully half of my life.
    That seems so strange to me. I've been in a sort of daze for...well, maybe the last day or two. Thinking about the implications. How stupid I've been. How lucky I've been.
    For some reason, this all makes me feel very young. When I'd contemplated it before, I'd thought it would make me feel older. But the rest of my life stretches before me. "The last of life, for which the first was made."
    Lesson learned.