the popping of one cherry...

I'm part of a dying, misunderstood breed of female trying to survive in modern day society. My breed tends to die off in large numbers during this stage of life. For me, it's not about losing it. It's more about keeping it.

Hi, my name's Venus* and I'm a virgin.

Nice to meet you, too.

I'll let everyone who wants to laugh or ask what the hell is wrong with me do so now, so they can get it out of their systems.

The concept for this blog was born over the past summer, when I realized what I was getting myself into. I'm on of those rare people waiting for marriage to have sex. I'm not a prude, I'm not wide eyed and innocent, and I'm not an over-the-top religious martyr. Considering I plan on keeping this blog until I (a) forget about it because it turns out lame, (b) get married and SCORE!, or (c) lose my virginity not according to plan, there will be many opportunities for me to explain my own reasons for waiting. I'm bound to have a lot of interesting things happen because I am waiting that I'll want to look back on and a lot that I want to say, so I figured it couldn't hurt to embark on something new.

Consider this me popping one cherry to talk about conserving another.

Yours truly,
V

*Real names won't be used in this blog. Aw poo. :(