One of my very good friends who I have known since 3rd grade just got married to her boyfriend of nine years. That's right, she's my age and they've been dating since she was a freshman in high school. Now here's the weird part . . . until Sunday night they were both virgins. Yes, virgins.
I find this unbelievable. I respect their decision and commend them for being 100 times stronger than myself in terms of self-denial - but NINE YEARS? They both come from very religious families and the groom has actually just landed a job as a youth pastor, so I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. After all, if they were to have sex God would be angry. But holy crap.
Nick thinks this isn't so odd - he thinks that at some point your sexual frustration peaks out, and it doesn't become any harder not to take it all the way. It's still tough, but you accept the way it is and move on. I think it's just plain nuts. I waited over a year the first time around - I too was once very religious - and it got harder every day.
If it weren't for God I would have to say that waiting is positively not worth it - sure, you have something new to try on your wedding night, but come on, everyone knows the first time isn't anything to write home about. I suppose that people who don't have a strong religious conviction probably don't go through this kind of self-abuse for something otherwise so insignificant. And no, I'm not saying sex is insignificant, but once you've shared your heart and soul and done just about everything else physically, intercourse really isn't going to change much or deepen your connection to one another.
I guess there's no accounting for faith and it's charges.
Posted by Kara at August 30, 2004 09:01 PM | TrackBack