You see, I am a proud eighteen year old virgin, and I plan to stay one until I’m married.
So many of my friends, present or past, have sexual experience and have confided to me that they wish they still had their virginity. I’m not smug around them; I’m sorry for them. If I so desired, I could be like any of them in a couple of days, but they can’t ever be like me again. Even though most of my friends escaped pregnancy or STDs, many of them couldn’t escape the emotional pain that comes with the deed.
Real life is not like the movies. You can’t just grab a stranger from the street for one inconsequential, wanton night and wake up the next day no different than the day before. Suddenly, you’re faced with life (pregnancy) and death (AIDS) because you didn’t have self-restraint during the heat of the moment.
I don’t mean to be preachy. I just don’t believe that people understand how serious sex can be. Anything that has the power to create life shouldn’t be taken as frivolously as tv and the movies make it out to be.
Like I said earlier, even if you were not physically affected by sex, there’s a chance you’d be emotionally affected. I know myself, and I know I would driven deeply into misery. When I think about the past, often I smack my head, wondering, "Why did I even allow myself to kiss so-and-so?" (Which is often followed by an "ew" and a shudder.) But what if that wasn’t it. It could have been more than a kiss, and that would have brought me so much shame and remorse. How important it is to look past the next fifteen minutes....