The Last One Of My Group.
I'm eighteen years old and I have a big group of friends; most of them ranging from fifteen to twenty-two and I'm the very last virgin. What people don't realize is what kind of pressure it puts on you, how left out and inferior it makes you feel at times. I can't tell you how many times I've been sitting with my immediate group and everyone starts talking about how many people they've slept with and I have no choice but to just sit there and keep quiet. And if that wasn't awkward enough, they all stop and look at me before saying something like 'Oh, let's continue this conversation later'.
Yes, please do, because my virgin ears cannot possibly handle the topic of sex. I may start to blush uncontrollably and have to leave the room. /sarcasm.
I may not have had the pleasure of having a one night stand or a pregnancy scare yet, but I'm not a damn child.
What's even funnier is when people look at you strangely when it comes up you're a virgin, as if it's an absolutely unheard of social faux pa.
I guess part of the reason I'm still a virgin is because, while I may not be waiting until marriage per se, I am waiting for it to be special. If you think about it, it's the closest two people can ever be, sans a mother and child. It is something that should be special and I, being the hopeless romantic I am, don't wanna waste that, especially the first experience, on just anyone.