2008 Woodie Awards
Saving first for 'the one' proves difficult
Issue date: 2/28/07 Section: Sex
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There were rose petals on the floor leading to the bed, whispers of sweet nothings in my ears, the words "I love you" came so freely - we knew it was right. He kissed my lips and we made love for the first time - nothing short of amazing.
Yeah right!
More like awkward and rushed.
I was 16. Steve and I had dated for about a year before we took our relationship to the "next level."
But of course we didn't take it there without an awkward conversation first:
"Well, I do love you, so we can if you want to … Do you want to?"
"Well only if you want to …"
But no matter what the outcome of the conversation was, who were we kidding - everyone else was doing it. It was like those Coach purses that suddenly became oh so cool, so I begged my mother to buy it for me. Instead, it was my virginity, and I did not really have to beg my boyfriend to take it.
Growing up, we believe our first time is supposed to be magical, with music in the background and candles all around. And we hope the person we do it with turns out to be "the one." However, it does not always happen that way.
To be honest, I don't really remember my first time.
I was not drunk, and the guy did talk to me the next day, so that was a plus. It was five years ago.
Steve and I dated for about a year after having sex before I broke up with him when I left for college. It was hard, but I knew I could not have my career dreams and love too - a philosophy I still maintain.
He was 17 and still in high school. Two months later Steve started to date my supposed best friend, Jolene. Needless to say she did not stay my best friend.
Five years after, I have now sugar-coated my memories of Steve.
We speak occasionally. We are even friends on Facebook and have friendship details. They don't say "he's the first guy I had sex with," or that we dated for two years, just that we met in 2002 and that it is quite the story.
Jolene and I are Facebook friends as well - we do not have any details.
Having experienced many first times with guys now, I am in the "been there done that" category of life. But when my 22-year-old friend told me she had recently lost her virginity to a guy she had been seeing for about a month, I was a little shocked and disappointed.
She had held out for so long and ended up doing it with some guy she barely knew.
When I boldly asked why him, or why now, she said, "I'm 22, in college and made out with enough guys to form a football team, special teams and all. I wanted something different."
She was never saving herself for marriage, and never meant to. But since I hadn't waited, I was hoping somebody out there would, and she had seemed like my best bet.
Her first time, like mine, was a little awkward, and she was a little drunk.
They probably will not end up being together for another year, and her best friend may turn out to be his new girlfriend. But in the end it does not matter - she did what she wanted, just like I did when I was 16.
We both did what we thought was right for us.
I am not sure if I ever wanted Steve to be the "the one" and my friend knows that her new guy is not "the one" either.
Who knows if "the one" even exists?
- contributed by a News Correspondent
Yeah right!
More like awkward and rushed.
I was 16. Steve and I had dated for about a year before we took our relationship to the "next level."
But of course we didn't take it there without an awkward conversation first:
"Well, I do love you, so we can if you want to … Do you want to?"
"Well only if you want to …"
But no matter what the outcome of the conversation was, who were we kidding - everyone else was doing it. It was like those Coach purses that suddenly became oh so cool, so I begged my mother to buy it for me. Instead, it was my virginity, and I did not really have to beg my boyfriend to take it.
Growing up, we believe our first time is supposed to be magical, with music in the background and candles all around. And we hope the person we do it with turns out to be "the one." However, it does not always happen that way.
To be honest, I don't really remember my first time.
I was not drunk, and the guy did talk to me the next day, so that was a plus. It was five years ago.
Steve and I dated for about a year after having sex before I broke up with him when I left for college. It was hard, but I knew I could not have my career dreams and love too - a philosophy I still maintain.
He was 17 and still in high school. Two months later Steve started to date my supposed best friend, Jolene. Needless to say she did not stay my best friend.
Five years after, I have now sugar-coated my memories of Steve.
We speak occasionally. We are even friends on Facebook and have friendship details. They don't say "he's the first guy I had sex with," or that we dated for two years, just that we met in 2002 and that it is quite the story.
Jolene and I are Facebook friends as well - we do not have any details.
Having experienced many first times with guys now, I am in the "been there done that" category of life. But when my 22-year-old friend told me she had recently lost her virginity to a guy she had been seeing for about a month, I was a little shocked and disappointed.
She had held out for so long and ended up doing it with some guy she barely knew.
When I boldly asked why him, or why now, she said, "I'm 22, in college and made out with enough guys to form a football team, special teams and all. I wanted something different."
She was never saving herself for marriage, and never meant to. But since I hadn't waited, I was hoping somebody out there would, and she had seemed like my best bet.
Her first time, like mine, was a little awkward, and she was a little drunk.
They probably will not end up being together for another year, and her best friend may turn out to be his new girlfriend. But in the end it does not matter - she did what she wanted, just like I did when I was 16.
We both did what we thought was right for us.
I am not sure if I ever wanted Steve to be the "the one" and my friend knows that her new guy is not "the one" either.
Who knows if "the one" even exists?
- contributed by a News Correspondent
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