I’d vote for age 11. This way, if when I meet my old, but yet to have met, boyfriend, I could have told him to go fuck himself.
I lost it as early as I could the first time. If my enhanced cognitve skills and intellect made it possible to get rid of my hated virginity even faster I would certainly endeavor to do so.
I wouldn’t change.
I’d lose it…
I’m 18. Hell, I’ve never even had a girlfriend. I interact with girls…not well (too tired/lazy to think of a good analogy).
Meh, sitting on my ass, blasting Iron Maiden, eating pizza and surfing the net has its advantages.
Now.
Now sounds good.
If I could have a do-over, I’d wait longer and do it (heh) under different circumstances. And with a different guy. But that is just one of dozens of things I’d change if I did the whole “do your life over” thing.
I lost my virginity at the right age, and with the right guy. It was the day before my twentieth birthday…we were going to wait but I got a bit impatient. Wouldn’t change it though.
I wouldn’t change much. I was 17, she was my steady girlfriend, we did ok for two novices, and she is still one of my best friends 30 years later. 
Wouldn’t change a thing.
Oh hell yes! About 10 years earlier, and with the correct sex (for me).
Maybe a couple of years earlier. But right now its hard to say, because of a number of factors.
I had a chance of losing my virginity at 17, but wisely passed it over (the girl in question turned out to be incredibly promiscuous, not to mention the epitome of evil).
I actually lost my virginity in somewhat good circumstances; it was with an older woman I met on a cruise last summer. Taught me a lot of things. She knew exactly what she wanted, there was lots of communication, etc. So it was a mutually pleasant experience. I cannot help but think that if I went back any earlier, any hang-ups or problems I had (performance anxiety particularly) would have just been worse, and having sex with someone just as inexerienced and ignorant about the problems I am having would probably have been a frustrating and humiliating affair.
I lost my virginity far too young, for the wrong reasons, and definitely with the wrong person. However, if I were given the chance to live it over again and change that, I’d decline. I know that if I were able to live it all again (assuming I didn’t kill myself from despair at the very thought), I’d be able to avoid most of the major mistakes I made in my youth. However, I know myself, and I know human nature, and I’m pretty sure I’d just end up making different mistakes.
I’d just keep it all the same, bad and good, and go on from here, thank you.
I wish I’d done it 2 months earlier so I could say I lost it while I was a teenager :).
Other than that, no complaints!
I wouldn’t change a thing. I was almost 14, she was 17. We were together for four years. Twenty five years later, we still keep in touch through emails and we get together for drinks every couple of years when she comes to my town to visit her family.
I’ve yet to lose it. I should have tried a lot harder 20 years ago when I was in my teens.
I lost my virginity at 17, if I was to do it again I would do it about 8 months later. Then it would have been with the right guy.
I’m not sure I would have ended up with the right guy though, had I not slept with the wrong guy.
Later. Lost it just on 16 and haven’t had sex with anyone else since.
I lost mine at either 13 or 14 (I can’t remember exactly) with my boyfriend at the time. It was pretty lousy and we didn’t last much longer afterwards. I don’t really have a burning desire to change the date, since it didn’t have much of an impact on my life anyway.
I wouldn’t change the age or the person. She was the first love of my life and, as it evolved, the first serious deep friendship as well. That was the key. We shared everything, talked and argued news of the day, laughed and necked. And, we took our time. I think it was about a year after we started going out that we lost our virginity to each other.
Didn’t last more than a month or two after that, very sadly. She broke it off for a guy who drove a bright yellow Corvette Stingray, circa 1977. ( And yeah I sure do remember his name but wouldn’t dream of saying it here…)
No bad feelings about the entire thing. It was sweet and scary and careful and passionate. I hear she lives an hour from me now. :dubious:
Now, to extend the OP a smidgen, I definitely wish I’d lost it to a few other people I have loved in my life since that gal, but I don’t regret it having been her.
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I was an old virgin, and lamented that fact while I still was, but changing the timing would have meant changing the person, and now I wouldn’t change that for the world.