My Virgin Ears!
Have you heard of (or, better yet, seen) the new off-Broadway play called "My First Time?" It's presented in the same style as The Vagina Monologues—and you know how I feel about the Vagina Monologues!—but the topic is virginity... or lackthereof. Apparently it was just featured in an iPhone commercial, and the publicist says, "Audience members are anonymously polled about their first times when they enter the theatre, and the audience statistics are used throughout the show to help present the point that everyone has a first time experience, yet no one talks about it."
...A valid point! So let's talk about it, starting here:
...A valid point! So let's talk about it, starting here:
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I'm glad I waited until I was 18, even though I knew a lot of my friends were already having sex. It wasn't that I was waiting for a specific age, but a specific person. I didn't want to turn into my best friend's sister who got knocked up by her boyfriend and had to drop out of college. (A boyfriend, btw, who fled the state immediatly after his daughter was born!) I wanted my first time to be with a special person that I cared about. I'm also happy to say that, more than a year later, we're still happily together. Come what may after this, whether we stay together for the long haul or not, I had a full, satisfying relationship with the man I gave my virginity to. That was very important to me.
I was 21 and waited because I wanted to be sure I could handle the consequences of having sex, even though I was safe, and I wanted to be sure I was with someone that I not only cared about but also trusted completely. It's been over a decade now, but we're still together, even after breaking up to see other people at one point, and he's still my very best friend in the world.
I was tryin' but I was such a clumsy geek that it didn't work until I was 22. Even my first time, I was totally trashed and barely remember it. Though we did go out for more than a year. I like to think (hope?) I've gotten better over time.