For a long time, I was convinced that I would never lose my virginity. It was inevitable that I would turn into a crazy cat lady, and when I died, be mourned only by the feline companions I had left behind. I suppose I never had definitive proof of this, but I was 18 years old, and had never had a boyfriend. The most of the boys I knew in high school showed no interest in me, and those that did tended to have oily hair or body odor, or some combination of the two. I got to college and expected more of the same. But then I met this guy, whom I call Mensa, because one of the first things he said to me was that he was in the "genius" society.
Congratulations! You have a high IQ and that means--absolutely nothing. But he was a good looking guy. He was tall, and he had these big hands. He wore stubble well. And he was two years older than me. He asked for my number, and I gave it to him without hesitation. A day or two later, he called me up and invited me over to his apartment for "video games and beer". Well, no need to twist my arm! We drank, we played Mario Kart. I crawled into his bed. He asked me if I wanted to have sex. I told him, "Well, I never have before," and he responded, "That isn't what I asked." That struck me as kind of rude, but I didn't care. Here was my opportunity. The way to ensure that I wouldn't die a virgin.! I said, "Um, okay". And he wasn't bad about it. He asked if it hurt. I said, "Well, duh," and he stopped. Just like that. He cuddled with me afterward. So I didn't lose it to the guy I loved, or even knew all that well. But I did lose it.