03.31.12 Sexuality

My Virginity

My Virginity

BY From Our Readers

I don’t know if it’s the fact that it has become a public spectacle, if it’s my age or if it’s because people now view my virginity as an actual personality trait, but the ferocity and audacity with which people continue to discuss my virginity unfailingly impresses me.

During my brief tenure in Los Angeles last year, I made it a point to squeeze in a couple of JDates. (The guys on JDate in LA are a different, more attractive breed than those in Chicago and, shallow or not, I couldn’t pass up the experience.) One of the guys I decided to go out with was one who, under any other circumstances, would have been way out of my league. Meeting online, however, leveled the playing field a bit.

The night of our date, I got stuck at work (as a nanny) and we decided to just grab a drink when I finished. I jokingly warned him that because of the time, I would just go straight to the bar in my work clothes. Yoga pants and a Michigan T-shirt. Why I didn’t just cancel remains a mystery, but he said he didn’t care. And I believed him.

It was one of the smoothest transitions from online to in-person. Conversation was easy and we had similar senses of humor. We had bonded over Mardi Gras via JMail and continued to swap stories over drinks. At some definitive point in our conversation, he pronounced that I had missed out on quite a few quintessential New Orleans activities during my most recent visit. The one he found most appalling was my refusal to eat gumbo and I’m fairly certain that if he hadn’t just ordered a drink, he would have walked right out.

“Are you a virgin?” It was a shockingly sudden revelation; the answer to a riddle he had been trying to solve.

“Excuse me?”

“Well, you don’t eat fish, you don’t do anything fun… I just assumed you don’t have sex either.”

His crookedly astute reasoning skills aside, we were on a date. A first date. I wonder, had I admitted to eating gumbo every day, if he would have just as abruptly ventured a guess at the number of sexual partners I’ve had. According to the equation, number of bowls of gumbo is directly proportionate to number of sexual partners.

I can only assume (hope) that in the alternative situation, he would not have been so quick to broach the topic. Why is it, then, that when the answer is even presumably virginity, it automatically becomes acceptable to pose the question? Why is it that the word “virginity” intrinsically removes any ownership I have over it? My number may be zero, but it’s still my number.

My virginity has become separate from me. Personified. What topic should be a personal conversation turns instead into a form of detached research. Friends frequently have lengthy conversations about my virginity, openly, with each other and in front of strangers – always without my permission. Most of the time even without my presence. (They often relay the conversation to me later.) The intimacy I lack in my sex life is the intimacy I lack in discussing my sex life.

A couple months ago, I went to a Jewish fundraising event. A friend and I scouted out the eligible Jewish boys while hitting the open bar, then quickly gave up and made our way over to the table. Vigorously shoving jellybeans down our throats, we waited for the rest of our group to settle into the disappointing idea that there were no eligible Jewish boys. The group slowly but surely joined us and I began talking to one of the girls I had met briefly earlier that night.

Suddenly, the new girl had a stroke of genius: she was going to set me up with a classmate of hers from graduate school. She narrated his dating resume and, as we hovered over her phone stalking him on Facebook, my friend (seated in between us) instinctively leaned over and whispered, “She’s a virgin.” Okay. Why is that something, namely the first thing, this stranger needs to know about me? Perhaps more importantly, why was it whispered like a secret, a secret I didn’t know or shouldn’t know was being shared? It was like a compulsion; she needed to warn the new girl before someone was unknowingly subjected to my virginity, to me.

I wish I could say this was an isolated incident, but I have lost count of how many times I have been introduced as “the virgin” or “the one I told you about…who’s a virgin”. Every time I go on a date, the first questions my friends ask are: “Did you tell him you’re a virgin? Does he know?” And they are shocked when my answer is consistently an emphatic “no”. I didn’t realize it was now proper to introduce yourself by name, age and number of sexual partners. I doubt that on a first date, any one of them would lead with how many guys they’ve slept with. Why should I?

Contrary to popular belief, my virginity is not my best quality.

It does, however, seem to be the one of most interest. I have a friend in Senegal (he is not alone in this, but he does do it from farthest away) who very rarely has the opportunity to call home. Our conversations are extremely brief and we barely have time to cover formalities. After health and homesickness, it’s time to sign off.

“Okay, bye. I love your face. Are you still a virgin?”

“Yes.”

Laughter. And he’s gone. He even forced me to buy a calling card in the slight chance that if I lost my virginity while he was abroad (two years), I would be able to call him immediately.

I guess I should be flattered that people take such an interest in my sex life, my virginity, but I can’t help but wonder what in the world people will talk about after that fateful day when I do have sex. When there will be nothing to warn boys of but my multitude of neuroses, phobias and OCD manifestations. When, with the loss of my virginity, I lose my sparkling personality, my character, my identity.

Jamie Bliss is an ironically hyper-sexual, mysophobic Jew with 26 years of undiagnosed OCD.  People say she’s quirky, but she thinks that’s just because it’s a more socially acceptable synonym for crazy.  She has a zero tolerance policy for bad grammar.

image via Seth Anderson

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Comments

  • I just read most of the articles on the website and this was, without a doubt, my favourite. I’m a 25-year-old virgin and the whole thing rang so true for me – I’ve been in the same boat, and while some of my friends view my virginity as something that they have to help me shed so that I can be a “real” member of society, I hold tight to my (apparently) quaint and antiquated notion of waiting for someone I actually care about, someone who feels right for me. I so very much admire your humour and how well you own your virginity and its place in your life, Jamie Bliss.

  • I will never understand society’s views on virginity. They see it as a curse, a road block, a topic to judge someone by. If calling someone a “slut” isn’t acceptable, why should it be ok to call someone a “virgin” in the same context: to devalue them? I don’t have the greatest opinions about “sexually liberated” individuals and I am guilty of considering a virgin “better” but only because I can relate better to a virgin. The truth is that the more of yourself you give away to every Tom, Dick and Harry, the less you have to give to your spouse. Besides, there’s baggage because of the competition: am I better than your ex, am I hotter than your ex, do you scream louder with me than your ex? If you only ever do with one person, no competition, no baggage. Screw the whole “sexually adequate” debate too. If you never have sex with anyone but your partner, how do you know it’s “bad”? You don’t. And since it’s sex, it’s naturally good and wonderful. Don’t give into the pressure. Save yourself for someone special and deserving… I recommend your spouse. Thanks for the article!

  • This was so well written and thought provoking! I hadn’t put that much thinking into the subject, but after reading this article I realize she is so right! People think they have the right to share others Virginity status, when that is no more our business to do than listing their number of partners!

  • Natz

    I can’t imagine that this one persons sex life holds such interest for ‘so many’ of her friends. This person is either completely paranoid or just incredibly self-obsessed. Get a life.

  • guest

    There is nothing wrong with waiting until marriage for anybody if they don’t wish to catch an STD, HPV, or AIDS.

    It’s better to save oneself for their future spouse because it makes it much more special….saving themselves for their one and only. Just because society says it’s ok to sleep around, doesn’t mean we have to.

    No wonder there are so many failed relationships today. It’s because couples are living together playing house and testing the waters so to speak…(aka sleeping together). The sad thing is it is NOT a committed relationship like everything says it is. When something goes wrong in a relationship either party can bail any time. There is no love, no commitment. It’s basically 2 people lusting (not loving) after each others bodies. There is no respect, nothing. The relationship is based upon raging hormones first and a lasting relationship as second.

    In a marriage, there is a commitment, communication, and love. Sex is part of the equation but it’s not #1 as both partners respect each other as a person, not an object. When there’s a rough patch in the relationship, they work it out and stay together because vows were taken and consider them extremely important and sacred.  Those that cohabitate, they normally don’t work things out, they just hop from one partner to the next, not even caring about the other’s feelings.  Sad, really.

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