No, I am not a nun, a prude, a tight ass, or a buzz kill. I am the 20 year old virgin who believes in losing my virginity to someone who actually cares about me.

In high school, I was the girl without a crowd. I was the girl who wasn't popular but who didn't sit in the library reading for all of lunch hour (yes that happened all the time at my high school). While many of my friends were going to parties on their weekend, getting drunk and high, I was at home reading my book or going to dinner with my parents. I was the old soul who would have much rather preferred sitting at Hobos on a Friday evening, spending the evening with my parents and their friends. I was the girl who wasn't invited to all the latest parties but instead was the girl who was invited to go get ice cream or to go see a movie over the weekend. I was raised as a Catholic and still am a Catholic, no matter how many times I curse or use the Lord's name in vain (sorry God). While my mom and dad were raising me, they taught me that my virginity was an important thing and it wasn't something that should easily be given away (Kind of like the secret krabby patty formula in spongebob). All through out my teenage years, while the rest of my friends were out partying and loosing their virginities, I stayed home and did my own thing. I was the Virgin Mary of high school. I am still the Virgin Mary of college

I did not have my first kiss until last year in August when I met a certain boy on the army base of Fort Leonard Wood MO. He had come back from training in California and he had told me how much he had wanted me to be there when he came back. While he was in California we talked practically everyday and he told me how much he couldn't wait to see me when he came back. We had all our movies picked out to watch when he came back plus an entire list of more movies we were going to watch. While I was sitting in his room and he was scooting closer to me I realized he was going to kiss me. Looking back that was the worst first kiss anyone could ever have, considering I got food poisoning and threw up after I had kissed him (dang freezer burnt pizza rolls). He took good care of me though, bringing me water and aspirin and making sure that I was okay.

I still continued to stay with this guy on the weekends making the two hour drive to go and visit him. I set my standards high for myself and told myself that I was not going to give this guy my virginity and sleep with him unless I knew he really cared for me. Sitting here now, I am so glad that I didn't sleep with that said guy because yah he was nice and sweet in the moment, but now we hardly ever talk.

* Just because I am still the 20 year old virgin, doesn't give you a right to treat me any differently.

To the marine from Fort Leonard Wood, thank you for respecting my wishes and not treating me any differently after I told you I wasn't going to sleep with you. When I told you I was still a virgin and I wasn't going to sleep with you, you didn't get mad nor were you angry. You sat there, applauded me, and continued to kiss me. You were leaving, you knew that I had wanted a relationship and since you couldn't give one to me, you didn't treat me any differently but instead continued to respect me. Thank you for respecting my wishes and respecting what I wanted even though that may have not been what you wanted. I wish many guys could be like you. That day I spent with you will go do down in history as one of the best days I have hung out with someone not just because you were a good kisser ;)

* When I want to be with someone I am in it for the long haul

What are we in kindergarten, games are for little kindergartners and I don't want to play games with people. I'm still a virgin because when I want to be in a relationship with someone, I want that relationship to be for the long haul. I am not going to mess around with anyone or do anything that I don't feel comfortable doing. I'm the Virgin Mary who easily gets attached and gets feelings to the guy who just wants to mess around and has no intentions of sticking around. So excuse me for continuing to hold myself to my standards of wanting to be loved before I give all my love to someone else.

* Don't tell me that if I finally have sex with someone it will get rid of all my stress

So by finally giving up my virginity and having sex with someone it will solve all my problems. So what you're telling me is sex will solve being stressed at work, or being stressed in school. I am pretty sure that when you're done having sex with that individual your problems will still be there. I am perfectly fine with my coping methods that I have in place to help me destress. I am perfectly fine with baking, reading, painting and doing a thousand other things that help with stress levels besides sex. So please stop telling me that as soon as I sleep with someone, all my problems will be all taken care of because they won't.

To the next guy I meet: This is me telling you, I will be 100% honest I am still the Virgin Mary of 2019 but please treat me with care and don't treat me differently because of it

Sincerely,

The 20 Year Old Virgin ;)