“Dear Diary: It’s summer 1997, and I’m 17 years old. For 11 months, I’ve been saying ‘no’ to my 21-year-old boyfriend, but I finally decided to let him hit it. We waited for his parents to go to bed, fired up Depeche Mode, and started poking around in the dark. Five seconds of pure pain followed by a big, snotty, shame-filled cry meant my virginity was... More >>>