Coming to the end of my 23 year, I finally lost my virginity. It was not a moment for the storybooks – I was drunk, high (also for the first time), and we were both too wasted to suggest protection (note: This was a couple of weeks ago, and I am not pregnant, nor do I have any STIs.) I lost it to a man I work with. I had a crush on him, but knew that he would make a terrible boyfriend. I still wanted to sleep with him, so I gave him my number. We had a date, he took me back to his place, we had otherwise unmemorable, drugged sex, and now I only see him at work.
I will admit to some unwanted brooding on my part (“he doesn’t waaaant me!”), but I didn’t expect anything from him after it was over. So, in conclusion, I had only minor feelings and no relationship with my first sexual partner. Now that I don’t feel worried about being an eternal virgin, I guess I’ll have to work on making the next time better.
Were you close to the person you lost your virginity to? Did you expect to marry them? How old were you?
I lost my virginity to my high school girlfriend. We’d been a couple for several months, and would continue as a couple after Der Tag for a couple of years. We loved each other, but neither of us expected it to be “forever.”
37 years and a ocean of water under the bridge later, she’s still a friend.
Yes, close–he was my first serious boyfriend. Did not expect to marry, we were still in the last year of high school, but loved him very much. I was 17, he was 18.
Not very. She was young (18), I was inexperienced (29), and we both needed the exercise; but we weren’t emotionally close. We drifted apart and went our separate ways a few months later. I later heard that she went to California. I’m still here, and still learning about being with people (it doesn’t come naturally for me).
We had been dating for a couple of weeks, I think. They were an … emotionally intense couple of weeks, though, mainly because he was batshit crazy and I hadn’t tumbled to how crazy yet, so I thought it was Twu Wuv 4-eva.
Let it suffice to say that the relationship lasted about two months after that, and the radioactive fallout lasted a lot longer.
Well, I’m married to him. However, at the time I thought he was an exciting weekend fling and that our relationship would probably begin and end in that hotel room.
Well, this is timely. I lost my virginity two weeks ago, to my boyfriend of about three months, just a little short of my 25th birthday. It’s been a nice relationship, but I was - and still am - beginning to feel like it wouldn’t last. I wanted to see what all the fuss was about and I thought he would be a good first partner - caring, generous, someone I trust (plus pretty cute).
I don’t really expect to marry him and he’s heard my doubts.
I definitely was raised on the idea of sex being some miraculous experience to be saved for one’s husband, so I had some anxiety about having a ‘good enough reason’ to sleep with him, but now I feel kind of glad to have it over with and taken off the pedestal.
To my second high school boyfriend. Wish I had done it with my first high school boyfriend - he was much sweeter and we are still friends.
The other guy, not so much. We both thought we would be together forever. It didn’t happen. I hear he was bitter about it for a long time, but assume now that he is married and a father he sees that it was for the best.
I am not bitter, although I have no desire to be friends. He was not a nice person towards the end when I had to dump him.
Not close at all. I was pressured into it by the guy, who was a good 10 years older than I was. I broke off our ‘friendship’ and avoided him after that.
I lost mine on 27 October 1965 to my high school sweetheart. We were very close until the end of the year, when her dad got a better job over in San Antonio. We wrote for months, then faded off.
I still think about her on occasion. I hope she has had a happy life.
College girlfriend – we entertained the idea of getting married but it was never a serious possibility. We broke up about 19 years ago and fell out of touch not long after that, but thanks to Facebook we’re back in touch again and perfectly cordial. We’re both happily married and seem to remember each other fondly.
My first real boyfriend. I was 13, he was 15. We’d been friends since I was 10 years old and he lived up the street.
We ended up having 2 children together and were briefly engaged though I never bothered with the planning of a wedding and we never married.
He nearly died, we split up before our youngest son’s 1st birthday (he’s 18 now), he got hooked on drugs, got clean, and is a good friend again. We talk once every couple of weeks or so.
I was 17, she was 25. We’d been seeing each other fairly frequently for a couple of months. It was more a hormonal and physical relationship than an emotional one, but it was fun while it lasted and when I do think of her, I think of her fondly.
I didn’t expect we’d get married, mostly because she already was at the time.
I was 16, almost 17. I was close to the guy but not in a healthy way. We’d been together for a few months and he was my first serious boyfriend and I kind of felt stuck with him, as stupid as that was. I did not expect to marry him, and we didn’t get married but we did have a kid. My mom tried to make us get married since I was pregnant, but very thankfully I didn’t quite let her talk me into it.
I’m surprised how many people here were well into their 20s before they lost their virginity. To any of you, why did you wait so long?