So I was talking it over with the SO. When I was a kid… I liked this kind of a woman… and she liketh this kind of a man… giggle giggle giggle. Then a bit of nookie. Then some more giggling. The conversation starts to come round to who our first crushes were, what we did etc. Okay, me thinks. Unchartered territory. Anyhoo, I tell her bout the first girl I kissed, I was four. Apparently my mother caught me sitting in the playroom with her, crushing toy trucks together (hey man, weren’t those the days?). After which we started a long torrid lip-affair (well, not right there in front of my mother, that would’ve been strange). Then we got onto sex. I had my two. I was worried she would come out and let loose with some crazy number like 45. Not for any particular reason, just call it Xavier logic. So she opens her mouth,
“Z…”
Right, this must be the first letter of the first guys name
“E…”
Oh god not Zerod, man I hated that guy - what a bitch!
“R…”
Oh, it IS him - you die bitch!!!
“O…”
::Xavier sharpens knife, slowly cutting a layer of his own skin to test the steel::
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Awaiting answer…Xavier checks his watch…
Nope. Nothing else.
I scratch my balls for a while, then go back to the sequence of letters. “ZERO”. Is she attempting to teach me about the cosmological constant? The principle of infinity? The Pelugian concept of antiquity?
NOPE. Geniune answer. Seems Miss Bradley hasn’t ever got it on (before me of course). I’m ashamed to admit this answer actually pleases Xavier more than the three hundred and sixty four drunk football fans answer. But it also leaves me bewildered. Now she’s hot. That’s a given. But she’s also 22. I’m thinking she hasn’t got out in a while (like since she was 10).
Upon quizzing her, I find out that in effect, she has been waiting for the right person, and to be honest, now that we have been going out for some time, she thought she would finally do it (seems about right since it took me around six months to… well, shall we say a la romantique - “dazzle” her with my unorthodox charms).
Now although this presents me with a very onerous dilemma (for example, what if I’m not the right guy for her… what if she’s not the one… what if the crazies are right - and the moon landing didn’t happen?), I would prefer we took a different tack.
How many other people are like this, and lost thier virginity (or still have yet to be “dazzled” unconventionally) really late on in thier lives i.e. how many of you Dopers actually held it?
I realize that this post gives it (as in “holding yourself” sexually) a negative spin of course, and let me state that I am only mocking because I’m shitting my pants at the prospect that this woman thinks I could be it (a subject for another thread perhaps). Let me categorically state that for those of you who have “saved yourselves” for your one and only, more power to you (alternately of course, those of you who have been scrummaging for some hot-love and been refused like losers, good luck and godspeed).
But I am geniunely interested in this phenomena. How wide spread is it among Dopers?
