Virgin ...

It’s never had a negative connotation in my mind, never been something to be ashamed of being, but at the same time not something I’d brag about.

I don’t hide the fact. It’s not like I’m waiting for something or somebody; I just don’t see the rush. Maybe it’s my overall lack of intimacy, relationships, or sex drive. I’m never the pursuer in relationships, actually I quite like pushing people away. Sometimes I feel like a bit of a sexual leper. Do I want sex? The thought rarely crosses my mind. I hate the thought of being connected to someone by a contract our bodies agree on ... to be honest it scares me.

Sometimes I think I’m waiting for the person who will help me overcome my fear and maybe that’s when I’ll progress, change, experience the birds and the bees instead of just writing about them. I always imagine my first time as being something special and I’m sure it’ll be great when it happens and I’ll probably be easily impressed.

Well that’s enough from me for today ... I’ll let you know if anything special happens.

Anonymous