Spotty virgin alert
Well, perhaps more virgin than spotty*, but I've got an infected pimple just under the corner of my mouth (in plain sight, all the time) that puts 50 Cent's bullet wound to shame.

Anyway.

I suppose anything I type that relates at all to sex will be applicable to this QOTW, as (to paraphrase Bash.org) 'there are no words to describe all the sex I have not had', but this is the most recent and most frustrating thing I can think of.

Ahem. It was the beginning of December last year when I stopped being a sexually frustrated 16-year-old Yank on account of having a wonderful girlfriend. She completely changed my outlook on sex; being with her made me realize that there were more important things. Sure, loss of virginity was on my 'To Do' list, but it was nowhere near the top, whereas before I had frequently been frustrated, angry, even depressed at times about the fact that everyone seemed to be having so much carnal fun with one another (and they were all kind enough to tell me about it). I figured there must be something wrong with me for nobody I know to even consider me in regard to sex (or sex in regard to me for that matter). Ahem. So far my state of mind prior to becoming involved with my wonderful girlfriend.

The thing was, she had never had a serious boyfriend before, and the last less-than-serious one had cheated on her (with her best friend, no less). She'd never even shared a kiss with someone before me. Hence, I was obligated to be patient and take it slow or risk hurting her and damaging our relationship in a very serious way- not that I minded in the slightest (see above), but it's important to note that this is the way things went.

Things slowly progressed; we were well-established on second base (God, I hate that analogy. It's reasonably effective, but it trivializes everything so much it's just annoying) when she moved.

To Finland.

I live in Holland. This was a problem.

But hey- we were both willing to get into a long-distance relationship, being very (VERY) much in love, and I was still more than willing to curb my frustration in hopes of seeing her again and catching up on lost time (as it were).

And then, not even two weeks ago as of this writing, she broke up with me. You'd have to ask her for reasons why, because she's explained it three times and I still don't get it. This is beside the point.

The point is that for me, it's right back to being Mr. Sexually Frustrated Little Yankee Teen, except now I'm 17 years of age and I feel even more worthless in comparison to everyone else for still not having lost my virginity and because there's nobody else I know that'd give sex with me (or any attraction to me whatsoever) a second thought (Hell, I don't even think I know anyone that'd give it a first thought). Don't tell me that makes no sense. I know it doesn't, but that doesn't seem to stop my brain from thinking that way.

/rant

Oh well. Not much I can do about it now, is there? Yeah, I just thought I'd post a reply to this QOTW that's in-depth despite being not necessarily cringeworthy.

Until a QOTW next grabs my attention,
I remain, yours in spotty virginity,
CK




*I wash quite regularly thank you.
(CK is rocking out near you (cosmologically speaking), Mon 30 Oct 2006, 20:08, Reply)