Some play it cool while calculating how to coerce me into changing my mind.
(This usually involves the showing off of foreplay moves, tales of the extreme pleasures I’ve been missing and/or purring that they don’t mind waiting — unless it’s going to be, like, two years, in which case they’re not so sure.) Some bail immediately.
Heck, the first time I even heard of a blow job was when I threw a party in eighth grade and my mom caught a girl going down on a guy in our basement.
She was shockingly cool about it (which is saying something: my mom was the Mom of all Moms; the woman all my friends feared, revered and secretly worshiped) and let the party play out until everyone had gone home.
There’s no good time to tell a guy you’re a virgin. So: There’s no good time to tell a guy you’re a virgin. I’m a 26-year-old woman with a college degree, a good job, an adorable duplex and no debt.
I wasn’t like many teens, who consider sex a rite of passage.And given the choice between having just one boy with whom to spend all my time or a group of boys, friends trumped boyfriend.