Virginity

Virginity is overrated.

I have that opinion now, and I had it at 16.

Once I decided I was ready to jump into sex, it was all a matter of timing. Everyone knows that one's first time is not necessarily a pleasant experience, nor are they any good at the deed. But most insist on making it at least a meaningful experience.

The only meaning I was looking for was to get it done. Break that ice; tear out the stitches; rip the bandage. I wanted it done, and I wanted it simple. So then, it comes to no surprise that when the timing was right, I had just met the guy and I would never see him again. I couldn't have planned it better. Perhaps this would act as a set up for the remainder of my sexual life. Perhaps it was only fitting to happen this way.

I was on vacation with my family. The school year and early summer had left me burnt out but enjoying the time away and with my friends. This was the one vacation I took that year. All other family vacations I had opted out of for lame reasons-- usually claiming I had to "work." Truth be told, I enjoyed having free reign of the house and having people over without having someone there to supervise. The vacation was to Boise, Idaho to visit family there. My cousin, Shea is about my age. We have always gotten along great and are great friends.

One day we got into the truth talk. She admitted that her downfall with morality and "sin" was boys. She is an attractive girl and it was no surprise to me that the boys would be all over her. Mine, of course, was marijuana. One night, a few of her friends came by the house to hang out. We were across the street in her friend's truck, smoking a bowl until we got called in for the night. Everyone watched a movie while Shea and I hung out in her room just talking and laughing. We decided that we should sneak out that night. She called some of her older friends and they agreed to come pick us up. When it got late enough that we were sure everyone had gone off to bed, we climbed through her bedroom window, met the boys down the street and were off.

At first, it was relatively dull. We drove around, unsure of what to do or where to go. We just aimlessly drove around and talked. Truth be told, the boys were actually pretty rude with us and irritating. Finally, it was decided to go to a house and hang out. One of the boys was particularly interested in Shea and had been for some time. Apparently, she had slept with him before, and he was obviously hopeful that it would happen again. We sat on dude's couch and all talked for awhile, then Shea and the other boy left into a bedroom. I sat on the couch with the remaining male for a few more minutes talking. Finally, he said, "You know... it is your last night here... what do you say we make it a fun one?" That was all the pushing I needed. I couldn't have said it better myself.

20 minutes later, we emerged from the room. Him, probably a little disappointed, and me, relieved. It was over. I had taken care of that little nagging problem, and now I could move on to good sex with people I cared about, or in the least, good sex.

Sure, maybe my "first time" could have been more meaningful and would have been a special moment in my life to treasure. I don't have a need to get the butterflies and the flushed face talking about losing my virginity. Besides-- most people don't even talk about these things! Having a first time is just that step you have to take... it sucks sometimes. But, there is a first for everything.