o.k., i was 15 and working as a dishwasher/busboy at a restaurant in Rancho Cucamonga, CA. I'm washing dishes on a busy Friday night.There's a new waitress ( Robin, redhead, she was 20, but told the owner she was 21 to get the gig) quite sexy, a little rude. Near the end of the night (about 10:00p) I jokingly mention going to the beach, she perks right up and says "I love the beach, let's go". Here is when I have to tell her I don't have a car. No problem . . ., I ride my bike home shower, change, she picks me up, she brings the tequila and herb. We drive an hour and a half to Bolsa Chica state beach, get hammered, I work up the nerve to hit on her, start at the beach, drive an hour and a half back to my sister's (where I was staying . . ., whole 'nother story) I have my first experience on the living room floor, blindingly fast, we fall asleep, my brother-in-law leaves for work and calls me later saying "who the hell was that!". Our thing lasted a couple of weeks, she really was rude especially to friends of mine and we kinda of just stopped doing things together. wheww . . . that was long, but a very fond memory, I still remember how giddy I felt that night, when all the stars aligned . . .