Did you ever play that popular middle school slumber party game called “Never Have I Ever”?  In case you were deprived in junior high, here’s how my friends and I played: everyone started with all ten fingers up, then we took turns saying “never have I ever [insert interesting experience]” and anyone who had done that thing puts a finger down.  Usually the experiences had something to do with *eek* boys!  Once someone had all ten fingers down, they were out.  We played until there was only one person left, who would then be declared the winner!

Well, kind of.

The “winner” was almost always me.  But though normally winning is the goal (just ask Charlie Sheen), this wasn’t really a game anyone wanted to win.  The real winner was whoever put down all their fingers first, because it meant that they had done a lot of stuff with boys, and in the eyes of a group of tween girls, that made them really really cool.  But then there was me, the tiny shy girl with all ten fingers still up, all accusing me of being really reallyuncool.   

Now, a decade later, I find myself in my early twenties and not much has changed:

  • Never have I ever had sex.
  • Never have I ever been in a serious relationship.
  • Never have I ever kissed a boy on the lips.

Sometimes I find these confessions kind of embarrassing.  I mean, it’s rare (but not completely unheard of) to be a 20-something technical virgin of the done-everything-except-had-a-penis-in-my-vagina variety, but I was terrified of what would people think if they knew I was a super virgin – a virgin of the never-even-been-kissed variety.

The obvious question, then, is how and why did I let this happen?  Oh trust me, this wasn’t on purpose.  I always wanted a boyfriend to take off the last two bullet points, but a disfiguring medical condition effectively kept the boys at bay all the way through high school.  Having been in and out of the hospital and called everything from “monster” to “freak” my entire life, it wasn’t any surprise that no one wanted me.  Don’t worry, my story isn’t a tragic case of social isolation; I was super blessed to have many friends, including boys, but even if they liked hanging out with me and felt sorry for me, they certainly weren’t about to ask me out.  In fact, I was told I shouldn’t expect to date until I was in my 30s, when men would be mature enough to see my “inner beauty” and/or desperate enough to settle for an ugly girl (ironically, this was meant to encourage me with hope that I could ever have anybody at all).

However, as I got older and came towards the end of my treatment, I miraculously also started to look more and more normal.  It surprised everyone, including my doctors, who had expected that becoming healthy would make me look more normalish, but it’s rare that people with my condition ever get to successfully blend into a crowd without at least getting double-takes.  I know that I don’t deserve to look normal, but I am so so so grateful for this blessing.

I graduated from my small town high school, where everyone knew my story, and moved to Los Angeles for college, where no one had a clue what had happened.  Moving to LA – a notoriously superficial metropolis – would be the ultimate test of whether or not I really looked normal.  I thought that people would definitely notice something  and judge me for it.  But when I arrived, people didn’t whisper insults or stare when I walked by, children didn’t run away screaming, and creepy old men were even hitting on me – I really was being treated like a normal person!  And it was awesome.

Being normal brought many perks, just one of them being that guys finally took an interest in me.  I was nervous about the fact that I was so far behind everyone else, but I figured that since I had mastered calculus and far more difficult subjects in high school, catching up wouldn’t be too hard.  For the record – I’m not “hot,” just “normal.”  However, my lack of hotness didn’t seem to be a problem.  I was literally surrounded by hundreds of horny college boys just waiting to pounce on anything, hot or not, with a vagina that would consent to sex with them!

Wait… WHAT???

Yes, it didn’t take long for me to realize that a willing vagina was all that most horny college boys were after.  I was suddenly struck with the epiphany that maybe these particular boys – eager as they were for my now-healthy body – would not necessarily romance me like a Disney prince.  They spoke of hot women as if they were trophies and not-so-hot women as if they were animals (specifically, as female dogs…).  The more I learned, the more the idea of doing anything physical with one of these pigs – er, I’m sorry, men – started to disgust me.  My fairytale dreams of romance were shattered.  I felt like I had traded one form of objectification (really really mean) for another (um, flattering-but-gross).

So this is how I finally came to realize that my unintentional “super virginity” was actually a good thing.  I started to see it as something to protect, rather than something to throw away at my first chance.  My body was worth too much to just give away to a horny drunk frat boy in exchange for momentary ecstasy.  I decided I was going to continue to protect my heart and my virginity until I met someone who legitimately earned it by marrying me.  You might wonder if this wasn’t a crazy decision, given that worthy men are so hard to come by.  Didn’t the possibility of never finding my prince and dying alone with 70 cats scare me?  Absolutely, I was terrified.  However, the idea of being used and dumped cyclically (as so many of my female friends were) terrified me even more.  

While nightmarish visions of becoming a cat lady occasionally still haunt me, I’ve been incredibly blessed to have had some awesome men in my life who have proved to me that not every guy is a pig.  There are amazing men with real character out there and there is hope for finding a Mr. Right.  Or if all else fails, there is always eHarmony!          

So that is my explanation  of why I could still win every game of “Never have I ever,” if played against middle-schoolers.  The only difference now is that it’s not nearly as mortifying.

I’m not 100% sure what this blog will end up being, but my current plan is to fill it with random virginal stories and thoughts from my life that (I’m told, at least) are interesting.  Or it could slowly evolve into a collection of my favorite youtube cat videos, I don’t know yet.  If you’re here because you’re a super virgin looking for reassurance that you’re not the only one, I hope I prove that, yes, there are at least 2 of us in the world.  Or if you’re here because you think my empty sexual resume is hilariously outdated, I hope to provide you with many more laughs.  Whoever you are, thanks so much for reading my first post!  xoxo


10 responses

  1. Be grateful that you have saved every wonderfully intimate act for one man. That man will find it an amazing blessing and feel incredibly honored that you waited for him.

    July 27, 2011 at 1:39 pm

  2. Be encouraged. As someone who also waited (for many reasons) until I was married at the ripe old age of 28:), it’s worth the wait. My husband knew I loved him even before I met him by the way I lived my life and the decisions I made. And a plus is far, far less baggage in a relationship, as it should be.

    August 5, 2011 at 12:28 am

  3. Mèo Lười Việt

    Never been kissed?! Really?! But it’s not as romantic or fluttering as romance novels describe. Actually it’s grosssssss!!!!!!!!!!!!

    August 14, 2011 at 7:04 am

  4. Fellow “Super-Virgin” here! Can I add “Never have I ever” had my hand held by a man (in a romantic way)? Or does that classify me as some sort of super-virgin-FREAK?

    I am subscribed, and I am laughing. I love this. Because I recently realized that while I wore my “purity” as a badge during high school, proud to fend off all sorts of creepies who wanted in my pants… now, as a 22 year old who has been in the workforce for several years, this has become a point of great shame for me. And I’m tired of being ashamed of it.

    Rock on.

    August 18, 2011 at 8:48 pm

  5. I waited until I was 21 to have sex the first time. So, while I had my first kiss much earlier, I do remember how odd it felt to be older and still a virgin. But you know, it really was a blessing. I kept out of all sorts of messes and drama due to being fairly shy and moving slow on the sexual front.

    It’s good to have some experience at some point in your life, but I also think that not rushing into it is very important and certainly not shame-worthy.

    August 19, 2011 at 8:54 am

  6. Anonymous

    You are SO not weird, dear heart. I was married at 24, also a virgin. We had a great time for 23 years! Four kids, too, incidentally. WAAY less baggage, less trouble on many fronts. Keep it up!

    August 19, 2011 at 9:01 pm

  7. Paula

    Feels good knowing I’m not the only super virgin! Lotta people find it hard to believe I’ve never been kissed or that I don’t wanna kiss just anybody. But I’m content being a super virgin …because kisses are suppose to be special

    August 27, 2011 at 6:56 am

  8. Just read you whole blog and I LOVED it! <3…did I say I loved it? You are one very special person in so many ways and your writing is awesome. Keep it up and keep waiting for that one special someone. Kudos to you. BTW not that it matters but my daughter is in a new band and they picked the name "Never Have I Ever". I had never heard of the game so I was a bit clueless, it makes more sense now, thanks.

    September 8, 2011 at 1:44 pm

  9. This blog is hilarious! I love how honest and true your comments are! I myself was a super virgin till I was 18 and I can understand your pain. While I might have kissed a few now, I really wished I had waited a little longer for that. Honestly, even if you just think that guy is hot you don’t feel anything unless you really really like him. And I mean friends for a long time and then finally get a chance to kiss him a year later. In my experience, if I go out with a guy I hardly know and let him kiss me – there’s just nada. Anyways just a heads up if that ever happens to you 🙂 P.S. I still win “Never Have I Ever” every time and just opt not to play anymore lol

    August 19, 2013 at 11:07 am

    • Aww thanks! I need to get back to writing for this blog, I haven’t posted in forever! Still a super virgin, just a busy workaholic one haha. Thanks so much again for your kind words and advice! 😀

      August 20, 2013 at 10:44 am

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