“After she was finished with me, because it was clear she had no interest in my name either, she thanked me for the good time and left me alone in the bedroom. I sat on that bed, naked, with my head in my hands. If a guy could ever feel used I definitely felt it that night. I never had visions of perfection or anything like that regarding my first time but I would have liked to have known the girl's name. Or at the very least remembered how I had even met her in the first place. I looked around that room and hated everything it stood for. There wasn't anything memorable about it. No distinguishing items to identify who the room belonged to. It seemed to be just another room in another house that I felt completely alone in, even though the house was filled with people."

From Back to You by Angela L. Hansen.”