It was the summer of 1985, Monica was 17 years old and bursting with curiosity. Her best friend Rachel Green had done the deed a few years prior to this particular summer and even though she didn't make a big deal out of it, Monica was and always had been jealous of her friend.
"Monica, it's no big deal. Honestly!" Rachel gushed to Monica, following yet another steamy encounter behind the school's bike shed. Green was forever classy in her school days. "Easy for you to say, you've slept with half our grade." Monica shot back. Rachel rolled her eyes. "Mon, it's going to happen. That guy Paul in our History class is always staring at you, I heard from Flora that he's going to ask you out!" Rachel continued, ignoring the Monica's sharp glances. Monica tried not to act too pleased, but she couldn't stop the warm glowing feeling from growing inside her. She didn't want to come across as desperate, even though that was how the majority of the year viewed her according to Rachel's inside gossip.
"…Monica?" Rachel squeaked, whilst waving her hand rapidly in front of Monica's face. "Yeah, yeah," Monica replied hastily. She was mid-daydream, wondering if she should ask Paul out. "So you do like him!" Rachel exclaimed, delighted that their conversations about the male species may no longer be so one-sided. "I don't know, he's alright." Monica was getting more uncomfortable by the second, the last thing she needed was for Rachel to spread gossip about this. "Okay love bug, I've got a date tonight so I'll catch you later. School starts next week, don't leave him hanging!" Rachel left Monica's with a spring in her step.