My name is Lindsey Martinez and I’m eighteen years old. I’m growing up in New York City. I went to high school for arts and there were only like 7 people in my class and I was with them all the time for all 4 years because thats how my school worked, so I kind of don’t know how to make new friends. Sorry if it seems like I’m being rude or standoffish, I’m just always thinking of a million things at once so I barley pay attention to what is happening around me. I’m pretty boring, so I’ll just tell a story instead of listing my hobbies or something like that. This story might be a little inappropriate but I figured were all adults here and I can type whatever I want so whatever. Also I never really spoke to any of you so don’t get the wrong impression of me please. Hopefully this is interesting, I don’t really know. So a couple of years ago I went to Amsterdam for the first time with my dad. Now when I thought of Amsterdam I had all the typical images in my head, tulips, canals, and the red light district. Of course I wanted to visit the red light district, I mean who doesn’t really? I just didn’t realize who I was going with. I was going to a place filled with sex and drugs with my dad. Now I don’t know the relationship any of you have with your dad but unless your totally comfortable talking with your dad about sex then I don’t suggest going there with him. So walking by the “coffee shops” or the windows with half naked girls, that wasn’t even that bad. I expected that. But walking past 100s of different sex toy stores with your dad, that was just horrible. Its like would you ever go to the museum of sex with your mom or dad. Probably not. Its hard to imagine a more uncomfortable situation. By the end of the night my dad was suggesting I try a “space cake”. I think he wanted to wipe the memory of that totally awkward experience.