My first beer

I pretty much have the pallet of a four year old, and thus tend to go for sweet drinks. The other night, I was hanging out with Victoria and I was having a fruity drink. So fruity in fact that the cap of the twist off bottle looked to be pink. I caught this look from Victoria that I had never seen before…was I about to become a man? Indeed I was, as she wanted me to drink my first beer.

The beer that night was a Boulevard Wheat beer. I've tasted beer before and never really liked it, much less drank a whole one for myself. Deciding to not let my manhood come into my question from my girlfriend, I accepted the challenge and knew what I had to do. I started to drink my beer. I would liken the experience to drinking that beer to taking off a band-aid very slowly. As the hours passed, the level of liquid slowly but surely decreased. Finally, I was able to finish off the last of the beer and I slammed it down with a manly stroke. Instantly, I felt chest hair starting to sprout on my chest. I had become a man, or at least a high school sophomore.