Sex and the Blog: Losing it! pt. 1
I enjoy reading lots of different blogs but the ones I really follow are the ones I can relate to (notice my blogroll). I enjoy reading about the nympho-housewife who is so madly in love with her husband that she waits by the door naked for him to come home every day, but I can’t really relate to that. In fact I find it a little depressing. It’s more consoling to read about other people with similar problems. But before I get too deep into the marriage stuff I should probably back up some. In fact, since this is my “virgin” sex post why don’t we start with losing it?
I grew up Southern Baptist so I pretty much had the fear of God put in me from an early age. Consequently I didn’t do anything fun until I got into college. I never drank in High School, and rarely went to any parties. I don’t know if I was more afraid of getting drunk or getting caught being drunk. And the same went for sex. Like any teenage boy, I’d go as far as the girl was willing to go, to a point. I would round the bases; first was easy, second was pretty common, third was getting more and more frequent, but I would always stop there, never wanting to risk sliding into home (how’s that for imagery?). It was partly because I was afraid of getting caught, partly because I was afraid of what might happen (pregnancy, disease, etc.), and partly because I believed it was wrong. Everyone in our church youth group knew everyone else’s business, and we all encouraged each other to “stay pure”. The end result being that by the time I graduated High School me and the girl I had been dating were the only virgins in the group.
Then came college. I started drinking. A lot. The parties usually started after class on Thursday and lasted until sometime Sunday. But I was still a virgin. By this time I wasn’t as worried about getting in trouble, I was more worried about my own lack of experience. Although I partied a lot more in college, and dated more, I never really had a long term relationship. Looking back I see a lot of opportunities for sex that I either missed or ignored. The good thing about being a virgin at 21 is that you have pretty much perfected the art of foreplay since that’s all you ever do. By now I was getting to third base on a regular basis, but that’s where it would end.
When I was 21 I met the beautiful girl that would be my future wife (you think you know where this story is heading, don’t you? Read on…). She was from an even more fundamental (strict) background than I was which meant she didn’t drink, smoke, dance, cuss, or have sex. Although she was still a virgin, sex was about the only thing she wasn’t uptight about. In fact, even though it would be several months before we finally had sex, we were in each other’s pants on the first date. In my mind this was great. A girl that wanted the same things I did, as far as sex went. Practically anything was fair game except penetration. I could live with that. In fact I wanted that. And we had other things in common. In fact if we had met in High School, before I started partying, we would have been absolutely perfect for each other.
As the relationship progressed there were ups and downs, as there always are. By the following summer we decided maybe we should both date around some more before things got any more serious. We could still see each other, but see other people too. We still have not had sex at this point. If you’ve ever been in this kind of situation you know how it goes. You say you’re going to play the field but if you’re still seeing the other person you don’t really play too much. That wasn’t the case for me.
Sorry to do this, I know how ya'll hate to be left hanging, but I will have to finish later. I have meetings the next couple of days but I’ll try to make it back here by Thursday.
Vaya con Dios mis Amigos,
Michael
I grew up Southern Baptist so I pretty much had the fear of God put in me from an early age. Consequently I didn’t do anything fun until I got into college. I never drank in High School, and rarely went to any parties. I don’t know if I was more afraid of getting drunk or getting caught being drunk. And the same went for sex. Like any teenage boy, I’d go as far as the girl was willing to go, to a point. I would round the bases; first was easy, second was pretty common, third was getting more and more frequent, but I would always stop there, never wanting to risk sliding into home (how’s that for imagery?). It was partly because I was afraid of getting caught, partly because I was afraid of what might happen (pregnancy, disease, etc.), and partly because I believed it was wrong. Everyone in our church youth group knew everyone else’s business, and we all encouraged each other to “stay pure”. The end result being that by the time I graduated High School me and the girl I had been dating were the only virgins in the group.
Then came college. I started drinking. A lot. The parties usually started after class on Thursday and lasted until sometime Sunday. But I was still a virgin. By this time I wasn’t as worried about getting in trouble, I was more worried about my own lack of experience. Although I partied a lot more in college, and dated more, I never really had a long term relationship. Looking back I see a lot of opportunities for sex that I either missed or ignored. The good thing about being a virgin at 21 is that you have pretty much perfected the art of foreplay since that’s all you ever do. By now I was getting to third base on a regular basis, but that’s where it would end.
When I was 21 I met the beautiful girl that would be my future wife (you think you know where this story is heading, don’t you? Read on…). She was from an even more fundamental (strict) background than I was which meant she didn’t drink, smoke, dance, cuss, or have sex. Although she was still a virgin, sex was about the only thing she wasn’t uptight about. In fact, even though it would be several months before we finally had sex, we were in each other’s pants on the first date. In my mind this was great. A girl that wanted the same things I did, as far as sex went. Practically anything was fair game except penetration. I could live with that. In fact I wanted that. And we had other things in common. In fact if we had met in High School, before I started partying, we would have been absolutely perfect for each other.
As the relationship progressed there were ups and downs, as there always are. By the following summer we decided maybe we should both date around some more before things got any more serious. We could still see each other, but see other people too. We still have not had sex at this point. If you’ve ever been in this kind of situation you know how it goes. You say you’re going to play the field but if you’re still seeing the other person you don’t really play too much. That wasn’t the case for me.
Sorry to do this, I know how ya'll hate to be left hanging, but I will have to finish later. I have meetings the next couple of days but I’ll try to make it back here by Thursday.
Vaya con Dios mis Amigos,
Michael
posted by Michael at 12/05/2005 04:27:00 PM
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