It seemed like I had shot someone in the foot, when I told them that I had never had sex. I was 17 years old, and the looks on their faces were similar to that of someone about to fall off the precipice of the Nemesis at Alton Towers. ‘You mean, you’ve never….and you’re not going to……until you’re….?’
If my parents hadn’t discussed sex with me at length, whom else would I have gone to? My mates who were unable to keep condoms on without the use of rubber bands? I was more interested in pleasing my parents and, later on, myself, than it was to please my friends.
At times, it was a lonely existence, and I was criticized for going against the grain and being somehow unique. Girls as young as 13 were doing it at school, and if you hadn’t done it by the age of 17, you were a total loser. Rumours went around the boys’ school that said, “Carrie won’t put out.” After a while, my peers grow bored of the same joke and they moved on. Certain boys would go out with me, but would find another girl once they realized I wasn’t going to put out even after six “whole” weeks.
Was I upset? Yes I was. For about 2 minutes. Then I was reminded what sex is. At this point in life, sex didn’t necessarily mean love; it meant 'experimentation.' After the reason of my faith, my second big reason for not having sex was that I knew everyone was just experimenting with sex, and I did not want my first experience to be a matter for the laboratory.
"If I was gong to have sex, I was going to have it with a stallion of a man, who loved me for myself, who loved my personality, and who loved my beliefs as much as I did. I was going to save sex for the guy who had the same respect for me as I had for myself."
The hardest part was that I was seen as the geek, the frigid one. (For the record, frigid means that you have a lack of sexual fantasies or absence of desire for sex. Oh I had desires and fantasies alright—I just didn’t want to ‘do it’ with 17 year old boys who had only just gotten used to their own facial hair.) I was considered 'the one that has no fun.'
But the truth is I knew a lot of boring people having sex. I knew a lot of geeks having sex. I knew a lot of people certainly not having fun—especially in the bedroom, or even the luxurious location of the park bench. By 20, I was taking mates to get the morning after pill; other friends had fears of Gonorrhea and yet—somehow—I was still the loser. The number one intrigue on everyone’s lips was my abstinence, not other people’s sex lives. It became intrusive and downright rude. But I got on with it, and looked forward to my life after school.
I remember a girl who would ask me every time she bumped into me at school if I had “lost my cherry yet.” I used to reply “not yet, when I’m older, when I’m older...” She used to find this joke of hers hilarious. Thanks to Facebook, that same girl got in touch a decade later and wrote the following:
“You know what? I know I gave you a hard time at school, but you had it right, you know? You had it right. I deeply respect your choice for holding back.”
When I asked her what she meant, she replied: “To have not had sex at that time where we all thought we had it sussed, that we knew everything we needed to in life. We thought we were invincible, but these days we have the chat with our partners when we’re older and the look on the face when you tell them how many people you slept with was just…urgh.”
“Did they look at you as if you had shot them in the foot?” I asked.
“Spot on” was her reply.