One definite (not for any religious reasons, but she was in her 20s and had never gone on a date).
Two possible.
One claimed she was but I suspected from the start that she was saying it because it was expected of her. (It didn’t matter to me one way or another).
The other claimed it, too (in the same conversation), and I have no reason to doubt her. But I didn’t date her for another year, so things might have changed.
I dated a woman who was a virgin at 30. She had tried to have sex a few times but had never actually had successful intercourse (success being defined as penetration). It took several months before we were successful, and a few years before she would orgasm during intercourse. Patience paid off in this case.
Obviously, it’s the part of a woman only a penis can provide to her.
She was 25 and I was 26 and we were both virgins. I no longer recall my state of mind. At any rate, we dated, got engaged, decided to marry in June and at the end of February, we decided to get married in two weeks. Everyone expected that in October or so there would be a “premature” 8 lb baby. They all just didn’t understand. When the baby did come nearly two years later, she was a month premature and weighed only 5’2". That was getting on to 55 years ago and we are still married. A different era (somewhat).
she told me she had never been with anyone, yet was pregnant shortly after we were betrothed. 9 months later she’s giving birth in this dusty manger and guys are coming from who knows where with gifts for the kid.
Probably I had dates with virgins; it never came up in conversation. Nothing ever happened. No big loss.
And she was probably about 14 too. So very young.
She and I got naked together, brought each other to orgasms, just not via intercourse.
Yes, and she was beautiful, and very sweet. Eventually we had sex, and first it was awkward and then it was great. I still think of her often.
I once went out with a woman who was a vegetarian. After seeing a movie we went out to a bar/restaurant where she ordered a hamburger. When I asked about her choice of entrees, she got kind of bitchy. She said that she was a vegetarian, but liked a hamburger on occasion.
We each had the others phone number, but no calls were ever made. For all I know she was a virgin as well as a vegetarian; with her personality it was difficult to imagine otherwise.
I don’t think my general world view would be compatible with someone who considers ‘sex’ to be only PIV sex. The ‘I’m a virigin, I just do oral and/or anal’ thing speaks to a lot of religious baggage and hangups that wouldn’t click for me, and I find the declaration that you consider any gay man or lesbian who’s never had straight sex to be a virigin no matter how slutty they are to be just weird. If it’s just someone who’s not especially into PIV sex specifically or someone who usually dates women but is into me, then it wouldn’t even concern me, but they also probably wouldn’t consider themselves to be ‘a virgin’ in that case.
True story:
We’re both in our early 20s. First date, making out with clothes on, getting heavy, she tells me she’s a virgin. I put on the brakes, say hey, let’s get together again and make it really special for you.
Second date, nice dinner, real romantic vibe, the clothes come off and she has stretch marks! (And not the “lost a lot of weight” kind. It was obvious she’d had a kid.) I say, “I thought you were a virgin.” She says, “I am, but I have MPD, and one of my alters had a baby last year.”
We did it after about 6 months of dating. It only seemed right that she should be over 16. I often wish that we hadn’t.
Hadn’t waited, or hadn’t done it at all?
Done it at all. Took me a quarter century to get rid of her after that.
ZOMG!
So, did you see her again? 
No. I heard her whole, bizarre life story that night (really tragic if any of it was true), and figured I’d give things a try because I really liked her and we had great chemistry.
Then she vanished. I tried calling her several times in the next few days, but she never answered. (This was in the early 90s, so there was no other way to reach her. She didn’t even have an answering machine.) Then I gave up.
A month or so later, she called and told me she’d moved out of state. More bizarre stuff. I realized she was either a pathological liar or truly, deeply mentally disturbed. Never heard from her again.
“One of my alters had a baby last year.” Truly bizarre.
If she truly had MPD – or dissociative identity disorder, as I’ve seen it labeled more recently – it would make sense that she could still think of herself as a virgin while attributing her pregnancy and childbirth to another personality.
The child, btw, had either been given up for adoption or was living with an aunt and uncle out of state. She told me both versions within the span of twenty minutes.
It’s nice of her to be so up front about her MPD by a second date.