I'm beginning to worry about myself. For the third time in less than that many years, a man has told me a story about his high school sex life, and I've had sex with him as a result. Allow me to break it down for you.

High School Sex Story #1
The first time this happened was a few years ago when a co-worker told me the tale of the first time he had sex. He and his high school girlfriend were virgins, and they patiently waited until they were both ready to consummate the relationship. They carefully selected her father's boat for the occasion and my co-worker threw the condom overboard when they finished. The next day, the girlfriend's dad brought his friends on the boat and was shocked to find the used condom hanging from the railing. Needless to say, the dad was not pleased, and now, over ten years later, he and my co-worker are nemeses in an annual Connecticut regatta.

Not only did I end up having sex with this man, but I dated him for nearly a year.

High School Sex Story #2
Earlier this year, a 2-night stand of mine told my friends and I a story of how he got caught having couch sex with his high school girlfriend by her father. Nearly caught I should say -- the dad didn't know what they were up to because they were under the covers, pretending to be watching tv. Apparently my flame continued to thrust at her (insert physical demonstration here) while the dad chatted away with them, oblivious to what was going on under the sheets.

This story led to my 3-peat with the flame, that very night. It turned Jerry on too.

High School Sex Story #3
Last night an old friend told the tale of how he and his high school girlfriend, virgins at 15 and 14, waited an entire year before they had sex. After a mere two unions, the girlfriend's mother found a note in her daughter's purse in which she talked about having sex with my friend. Not only did the mother confront my friend about this by saying, "Sex is a dangerous thing and you're too young to be doing it", but the father, while driving my friend home (he wasn't old enough to drive yet and was relegated to the back seat), glared into the rear view mirror and growled, "We have heard some very disturbing news..." The mother piped up from the passenger's seat and pleaded with her husband to drop it. They carried on the remainder of the journey in silence, and upon arriving at his house, my friend ran out of the van. He never went to her house again and the relationship ended because of extreme parental disapproval.

Even though that one was upsetting, within hours of hearing this story, I had sex with him.

There are numerous reasons why we have sex with people - physical attraction, intellectual flirtation, love, alcohol. But in all of these cases, the mere tales of high school lust set my loins afire. I think it's because I had an unrelenting boyfriend in high school and sex was our favorite pastime. Perhaps high school sex lore, to this day, still fills me with the primal urges I felt back then, when sex was new, addictive, and most of all fun. A large part of being young is about having fun -- perhaps in my old age I am merely trying to hold onto a little fun.

It's working so far.