I met Mr. E when I was in my sophomore year at college. Either he and I hit it off or we were just really horny (I believe in the latter), but we started dating and became pretty serious for about eight months till I realized that all he did was bring me down. I never gave it up to him. He was either depressed or bipolar, and trust me, I have the credentials to pseudo-diagnose.
I met Christoph, my present-day boyfriend, before I met Mr. E, but we never interacted much till after Mr. E and I broke it off (or I broke it off with him). Let me tell you a little about Christoph. His roommates were very dear friends of mine, which is why we initially started interacting. We hit it off after a few innocent lunches, and here we are today on the verge of moving in together (his idea, not mine).
(CAUTION: PERSONAL INFORMATION REVELATION) I am now 23 years old, and I lost my virginity last year. At first, I thought I was so cool for waiting, and even cooler for waiting a whole year before giving it up to Christoph. As I asked colleagues and friends on their thoughts of the situation (given in a hypothetical context for fear of judgment), I found that either I had waited too long or that people were envious of my ability to control myself (probably the former).
If Christoph is “the one”, then he will be my first and last. So to blogger-land, I posit the following question, will I regret one day that I chose to wait so long as to only have one sexual experience in my lifetime or did I make a great decision and you will attempt to live vicariously through my real life dream of meeting the one and only who I am both mentally and physically compatible with?
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