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Mine was in the parking lot at the Amtrak station in midtown Rochester, NY. This was the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend, 1998. I was 23. She was turning 40. That's right: I had a college diploma before I had my first kiss. Losing my virginity to "an older, international woman" sounds a lot classier than "a soccer mom from Toronto".