It's January. 18th. In just over 3 weeks, I'll be 19. I'm still a virgin.
I am currently in the exclusive club of people who have gone 16 months without physical interaction with the opposite sex. While I do not think about this fact often, it certainly has a prevalence in defining who I am. Part of me somehow wishes my sexual inactivity was on purpose, and thus justifiable.
As far as "random hookups" go, as suggested in the comments of my last post, I have no large issue with my first time being extremely special, but my lack of desire to do so is more a result of the following equation:
energy of hormones <>
Since I last posted, one of my best friends, who is fairly similar to me in terms of personality and sexual activity happened to meet a girl whom he is now dating, and, I would assume, sleeping with. It baffles me, mostly because the entire encounter of them meeting was totally by chance. Essentially, I am playing Vegas right now and I have lost my shirt.
In an exchange I had tonight with one of my friends, he commented on the attractiveness of a girl we both know, then asked if I knew she was single, to which I responded that I thought she was, asking if he was interested. He then said something quite poignant: "I'm pretty interested...but I know that nothing would ever really come of it."
That's pretty much how it has been with every girl I have had a crush on here. Call me pessimistic, realistic, or just not horny enough. Or, just call me on a telephone.
and I promise the next post won't be in April.
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