I found a diary entry I wrote way back when. "I somethings think, what am I doing? Sometimes I think, these boys are just that- boys. Not adults, not men. I’m a girl not even sixteen. Sometimes I fret that I'm the only one that doesn’t have a boyfriend, that I'm not ever going to get one, that there is something wrong with me. Everybody I know has had dating experience, I never really thought about it before.
I am comforted
by small things. My cousin hasn’t ever had a boyfriend and she’d talkative and
opininated and an awesome person. She’s the really good sort of person. Teenage
guys shouldn’t be the ones to make me judge myself the way I do. Their opinions
of me aren’t life threatening. I do care of course, but yeah…I need to keep
perspective."
I suppose that's a little different because it's talking about dating and not sex but to me, they go hand in hand.
And sometimes it feels like that, that everyone around me is getting there and I'm getting left out or left behind because there is something wrong with me but in our group it's not that prevalent. My best friends all have though, just none of them are in my group. But that doesn't mean something is wrong with me for not having done it. In Year 7 though we actually predicted the order we'd most likely lose our virginities. You know, as 13 year old girls do. I was predicted 3rd I think, of 5. Maybe 2nd? I actually am the very last. By quite awhile now.
Because it's not that I wouldn't d if I had opportunity. If I was in the position with a loving boyfriend I'm sure I'd want to. But this isn't the case. I'm not sad about this- I'm not because the most important thing about making my sexual debut is the other person. As long as I remember that fact, I'm not missing anything cos until I meet that person, I can't imagine it.
I don't care about sex. I mean sure, I like feeling good and I'm sure sex is gonna be fun and great but I want it with someone I love. I want that love to make the experience what it is, not just a bunch of nerve endings being hit because I'm grinding in the right way.
And it's crazy to think that I haven't met that person yet, that I don't know their name or what they're doing and how we'll meet or what they'll be like. What we'll be like together. How they'll make me feel. I'm imagining a guy but what if it isn't? What if it's someone I know now? I sort of hope it isn't. I don't know many acceptable possibilities.
But that's why I'm not fussing about sex. Until I meet them, what's the point? Sure, sex is good I'm sure, to the extent that I'll miss it and want it once I get it. But right now, it's not on the table and I'm okay with that.
All in good time. You-know-who can stop talking about his sex life and I'll shrug this off. Just because he's gone there doesn't make it more weird that I haven't.
I don't know why I have this hang up. Its almost anti the norm but it grosses me out to know when guys have had sex. Even more so than when girls do.
I don't mean I judge them or I think they shouldn't, I just get weird. Sex positive all the way, just... something bugs me. And I don't know what it is.