Why

Whenever the cat falls ungracefully from its bag (the bag I choose not to bring attention to most of the time) around my male friends, all hell breaks loose. Me being a virgin isn't what astounds them. It's the fact that I want to be a virgin that leaves them dumbfounded. Imagine that.

About 98% of the time, I prefer the company of guys to girls. I have many more guy friends than girl ones, and I wouldn't have it any other way. Since I won't be using real names in this blog, I'll come up with some creative, descriptive ones.

-Two minutes later-

Some of my closest friends on campus live in the residence hall across from mine. Two are roommates. I christen them Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris. Bruce Lee, like me, still has his V-card but desperately wants to lose it. Chuck Norris lost his to a slightly psychotic girl we'll call Carrie. As in the Carrie that went ape shit at her senior prom when a bucket of pig's blood fell on her head. Although...Stephen King's Carrie was much nicer and level headed. Anyway, you get the idea. Bruce Lee and Chuck Norris are in a band together along with a few other mutual close friends. I guess Bruce and Chuck will gain personality throughout the life of this blog.

Anyway, in said band (which I'd plug but would totally give up anonymity in doing so), two of six are still virgins.

I guess the point of this post is to explain, in a very roundabout way, why I'm a virgin. Why did I go on such a big tangent at the beginning? Well...the fact I'm a virgin both intrigues and aggravates them. (As well as the vast majority of other guys who've I've told)

"So, Venus." You ask. "Why are you waiting?"

Truth is, I'm a hopeless romantic. Keyword here being hopeless.

My mom was never married. She's only ever had sex with one man. I was under the impression my parents were married (though they never said they were) until I was about 12. Long story short; my mom wants me to have it better than she did. But, she also taught me to make my own decisions and think why people are giving me the advice they are before I take it.

From the time I was a kid I was told to wait, even though we weren't very religious. My mom and dad come from very religious backgrounds, but I've only been in a church once for anything other than a wake or funeral so I don't think they carried the tradition on very well. Me on the other hand, weighed the decision based on who I was and who I wanted to be in life. Sure, according to the Bible waiting is what's right but that's not the reason I finally chose to wait for.

I never had the wool over my eyes when it came to sex - when I was three and asked my mom what "Dr. John Carter was doing with that girl" on E.R., she didn't come up with some bullshit answer like "Tickle fight" or "taking a nap". Five minutes after asking what the hell "sex" was, I knew what parts were called and what we did with them. I called sex a "puzzle for people who love each other", my mom said "I knew you were too young", and then we continued watching E.R. I love my childhood.

The biggest reason I've chosen to wait is that I can't imagine myself actually being with more than one person that way. I've tried. Sure, being a virgin during puberty is very frustrating so I've definitely had my share of fantasies, but in the end...I know the idea of sharing myself with more than one person would make me sick. I don't hold that true for everyone though. I have more than enough sexually experienced friends and don't hold anything against them. Along with that, I think it'd be awesome to be able to look at the guy I marry on the eve of our crazy (or immensely awkward) honeymoon and say, "Hey, I waited for you. You went without for God-knows-how-long for me...Ready to celebrate?"

Not to mention I'm not fond of STDs and babies. At least not now. For the babies, I mean. And I'm actually quite fond of babies...just not my own. You get the idea.

I don't disapprove of sex, in fact if it's anything at all like what I do alone I'll be the happiest girl alive when I have someone to romp around with. I'm not afraid of sex. I've never been in a traumatic situation that's made me vow to wait prim and proper like for my "White Knight". I'm not delusional. At least not very. Choosing to wait until marriage pretty much cheats me out of a lot of possible relationships and memories that others who don't have to worry about it will experience. But, does that really matter to me? At this point in my life, I'll be dating with the intent of marriage. Why put some poor sap through abstinence (apparently sex is like water now days.) just to have a good time? And why bother dating guys who don't think I'm worth waiting for?

Hmm. Hope that clears it up for everyone just a little bit.

Til next time,
V. ♥