Every once in a while I find myself caught in a discussion about my lack of sexual experience, and last Friday at the office was one such day. Granted, the discussion veered that way because I wouldn't drop another discussion about somebody else's reproductive organs, so I guess I had it coming.
The discussion last Friday was a little different, though, because my officemates seem intent on helping me lose my V card than even some of my closest friends. I don't know if they're serious, but they seem to have arranged something for me later on this week. I hope they're just kidding.
I know I always say that people -- girls especially -- shouldn't care about what other people will think if they find out they're still virgins, and I still stand by that. I don't care what other people think about the fact that I'm in my 20s and still a virgin.
What I am worried about is that I feel like it underscores how hard it is for me to trust other people. I believe that you only do it with someone you love and trust, and since I like to think I'm surrounded by trustworthy people, I must be the one failing to communicate.
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The fact that you can now get gay married in Iceland, along with the uniformly favorable remarks about the country in Gawker's notoriously snarky comment section, make me want to move there.
