*** is kinda like High School; Before you get there, you're scared of it. While you're there, it's the most important thing in the world. Afterwards, you're all like, "What was the big fucking deal?"
Stop putting the @#%^ on a pedestal, virgins.
Yeah, the most baffling thing was "what the fu
ck, I don't really feel any different. I don't even feel like I should put on my big girl pants." Living in the South, I was treated to abstinence-only education (thankfully my nerdity helped me avoid being ignorant of contraception), complete with the story of how the cheerleader died of AIDS at the end of the school year after she'd lost her virginity, even though she used a condom.
At the assembly (the group presenting it was explicitly Christian, by the way) I wanted to ask how contraception and premarital *** were bad for women, since contraceptives apparently encourage it, while people were simultaneously ******** about how women outnumber men on college campuses; why exactly I'd want to marry a guy who'd reject me just because I've had *** (kind of turns the whole "men who wait value your personality more than ***" thing on its head); ask about the statistics regarding cohabiting couples who actually plan ahead, rather than those who are compelled by mere inertia to marry (statistics show that if you move in with plans for marriage, rather than just getting married because you're too lazy to move your sofa and it feels like "the next step", the divorce rates are practically equal); and most importantly, why I'd want to forego practice for my wedding night. You obsessive fuc
kers have practice dinners
. I wanna practice the important
things. Edited, Dec 1st 2011 9:52am by Sweetums