And I’m not going to profess that if I did it any other way, that it would be wrong. I WILL say my life would be very different. But I don’t look back on my life with any regrets.
That said, I’ll just throw in some points based on personal experience alone, and not something I read in a magazine or study somewhere:
- I lost my virginity at the age of 15. She was 16 and had already done it once or twice.
Looking back, I can tell you thatI don’t think I necessarily did it “early”, nor did I do it just to “get off”. I was NOT predatory about it, I was uncomfortably fumbling around. She enjoyed it, I enjoyed it. I felt guilty about it afterwards.
To say that I did it just to “get off” is arguable. But, I did it, and I definately felt some odd emotions afterwards. Was I in love? No. I lied to her and myself when I did, but hey, I’m 15 years old! I hardly know what love is beyond infatuation and nobody could teach me.
However, I do not consider myself to be screwed up in any way because I had it at (what many on this board might consider) a young age.
- My parents are and always will be cool. They offered advice if I wanted it, tried to make sure I was educated correctly (most of it was through the Canadian school system, and it was pretty good), and always offered support.
My parents were the best teachers by one main aspect-they lead by example. They still love each other today and prove that daily, and it shows.
They didn’t set rules or boundaries, just suggestions, education and support.
- Since my first time, I have had both successful long-term and short-term relationships. I have had my share of one-night stands, one failed marriage, sexually-based relationships, emotionally-based relationships, and combinations of both.
I have had what some might consider a ludicrous number of lovers (I call myself a slut), what others might consider “a little low” (I call myself selective), but to me, is quite simply my life. So, I consider the number to be average.
In regards to the fall of my marriage, if I was to start a thread on it, we’d be able to find an equal number of people touting their wisdom and say that it failed because of sex, the sexual attitudes of my wife and I, or something else along those lines. We’d also find equally viable arguments against those factors.
I say that it “just wasn’t meant to be” for a number of reasons (No use going into it fully here)
- Presently, I have no complaints. I have been called a “great lover” and a “great person” by friends and lovers who enjoy being in my company. My present girlfriend adores me, and enjoys being with me as much as I enjoy being with her.
That said, I could only be here in this place if I had taken the route that I did. I don’t regret anything that happened in my life, including my first time. Everything that happened shaped me to what I am now, regardless of when I started.
- The other side of the coin: One of my ex-girlfriends is still a virgin. She was quite the looker in University adn certainly in her prime, but her parents pretty much instilled the “no sex until marriage” doctrine. The funny double-standard? Her two brothers… you KNOW they aren’t virgins. And they’re not married.
Her? Apparently at her thirtieth birthday, she exclaimed that “A virgin at twenty is cute. A virgin at thirty isn’t.”
Someone with that sort of regret going through her mind doesn’t strike me as the sort of person who’s happy with “her choice”. --And no matter how much you may say “It’s my child’s decision not to have sex before marriage” yet take them to church to make them feel guilty about any sort of passion (or other extreme emotion) they feel is truly overlooking the effect they have on their kids.
My friends feel a little sorry for her, actually. Not so much to pity, but certainly enough to know what she’s turned her back on and missing. We don’t pity her, though. And I only say this from the anonymity of the internet.
Was my first time “special”?
No. As “The Sherminator” said in American Pie, “It was just my time.”
Would I have changed anything if I had the chance?
No. It doesn’t matter who I did it with, when, where or why. Hormones take over, the situation presents itself and you just say to yourself “Now? Oh… Uh-Now!” and you take everything with you into the situation : Knowledge, equipment, and emotions.
So what would I do with my kids?
The same things my parents did with me. They were honest with me answering every question I asked, told me both sides of the story, and as I grew older even told me “Don’t do what we did” (Got married and pregnant relatively young), “Have fun. You have your whole life ahead of you.” But they also knew I was informed and able to make my own decisions, and even asked if I was prepared. If I wasn’t, they’d ask if they could get me anything…
While I may ENCOURAGE my kids to have sex before marriage, I will not push them to do so.
While I may try and keep my kids from being virgins until they’re “old enough” (and that’s relative to each person-we have to recognize that), I’m not going to punish or not support them for things that already happened.
Of course this is my life. I know I’m not wrong.
Well, enough of spilling my guts about my life. How about them Leafs, huh?