This may get a little long, so if you want to skip the background story, feel free to jump to the end. To get a better understanding of what’s going on, here goes:
My name is Elvis and I am a 23 year old virgin. I’m still debating about how much of that is by choice.
I’ve dated a good number of girls, but only gotten heavily involved with a few, and only cared about two of them enough to make them legitimate “girlfriends.” The first was my druing junior/senior years of high school, the second ended about eight months ago. In highschool, like all guys, I wanted to get laid. Moving around a lot, attending all boys Catholic schools, and being a social outcast made this hard for the first, oh, 17 years of my life. my sophomore year, I moved to Beaumont, TX, and after two years, finally found someone. We went to the same Catholic high school and the same church. I was president of my youth group and her mom was very involved and close to the priests, so needless to say, this the first big relationship for us both, we were very intimidated in trying much. But, I did get a good handle on boobies, so I was happy. Senior year, it ended bad. VERY bad. After school special kinda bad. One day while looking at her in discust, a number of occassions popped into my head where I realized had I been paying attention, I could have attained my much desired goal getting laid. To my shock, I said outloud to myself: “I almost had sex with THAT?”
It was at this point I realized that just maybe, there’s something more to this sex thing than sticking it in and wiggling it around. The idea hit me that, what if we had had sex, and the sex I had with this person who I no longer even considered human was better than the sex I will one day have with my wife. It would destroy me. So, I opted to wait until marriage.
A few years later, I realized I’d grown up a bit and matured some, and that no matter what, bad sex with my wife would be bad sex, but hopefully something she wouldn’t be too scared of working on till it got perfect. So, that and the premise that 1) I’ll most likely never marry a virgin, and 2) marriage is no longer the life long testiment of love it used to be, the concept of waiting till marriage filtered out of my head. But the romance of it was still there, so I decided I would wait till I was in love, she felt the same for me, and it would be this great, wonderful thing.
So, I continued dating, but never once did sex become an idea for me. For me, kissing was great, boobies were fantastic, and thanks to dear Robyn, I learned the joys of oral sex (hey, if I’m going to be holding off on practicing the real thing, I might as well have something to bring to the dessert table, no?). Robyn brought up the topic a bit here and there, but I didn’t love her or care for her enough to venture that far, so I kept practicing my other skills until eventually things went sour and I ended it.
The day that ended, I met my next ex. After three months of courting, we made it official, and after a good two months of incredibly good times, I one night brought up the topic of sex with her. She said she’d want to wait till she could save up enough to get some birth control her parents couldn’t find out about, and I left it at that. I spent the next month searching myself, tearing my soul apart and asking myself “Do I truly love this girl, or am I just looking for a guilt free way of getting laid?” After a month of hard core digging and denying and searching again, the answer was finally clear: Yes, I love this girl, and I am ready to go threw with it.
It was at this time she decided we should “Just be friends.”
Ow.
So, we’re still friends, my heart still aches from time to time, but since her, I’ve not felt the desire to sleep with anyone else. Then, about two weeks ago, something happened. I met up with one of my really close friends at a bar, and afterwards, we ended up back at my place. We started to snuggle, and eventually things progressed. It was the first time I’ve ever had a girl beg me for sex, and I have to say, it felt really empowering. It even felt a bit moreso to say “No,” and to stick to it. Now the big question is:
Am I a fucking idiot for holding out?
I recognize the fact that sex is an everyday thing of our society and many people’s lives. Sex is a completely healthy thing when used properly (whether in a commited relationship, or a “fuck buddy” situation where both members know the score). The big question I have is, is one’s virginity really that big a deal nowadays? I mean, I would like it if my first time was with someone I love and who loved me, but at the same time, I know that it is possible to have a fun filled sexual relationship with one person and later have a completely meaningful, emotional and spiritual sexual relationship with someone else. The two of us are still very close friends, and this event wasn’t the first time she’s brought up the idea of “deflowering me,” so I feel confident that all it would take is a well planned out evening to take things farther. I know that I don’t want to end up a 30 year old virgin, but I’m just not sure if this is what I want.
So, who’s been in a similar situation? Who’s held out and who’s given in? Does anyone regret their decisions? Is it worth waiting for “Ms. Right,” or is it good to get in some practice with “Ms. Right Now”? Who’s held out for “the one,” and do you think it would make any difference if you hadn’t? Or vice versa for your partner. It’s an odd personal ordeal for me, so I’m just looking for what others have to say about the situation. Thanks.