“Hey, so I was thinking... About this Saturday night. Like, I think we might need to stop it here. You’re nice and funny, smart, generous and I really like hanging out with you but...”
“Yep, but...?” I said down the phone. I could already see where this was going.
“Well, like, all guys kinda kn-no-ow,” stumbled Chris*, before finally spitting out the following. “If they sleep with a virgin, it basically means that the girl will go all crazy, then assume they have to start dating and I just don’t want that.”
This is the exact phone call I received while I was heading home in the Uber from work one Tuesday evening.
Here’s some background information about me: I’m 29, have a great job, a solid group of girlfriends, have travelled all around the world and I’m happy with my life. Oh, and if you hadn’t already picked up on it, I’m a virgin.
I haven’t had a boyfriend and I’m not the type of girl who has the urge to sleep with a random guy on a night out. I’ve never placed too much importance on my virginity. I’m not saving myself for The One; it’s just that the right opportunity has never, err, presented itself (thanks, but no thanks, Chris).
At school, I was the studious one and didn’t particularly care for any of the boys in my grade. I have loads of guy mates, but haven’t felt the urge to pursue anything more than a friendship with them.