- Joined
- Jan 31, 2015
I was raised fairly traditional and believed a lot in no doing-the-do till marriage. That generally was a personal thing (as well as a faith thing), I really fancied the concept of finding the right guy and settling down.
Time does wear at the concept, it probably worked better in a time when you were generally expected to find a partner during your mid-to-late teens and got married. It's less effective the longer you wait - I compromised my ideals a little to "when it feels right" rather than "if you want it gotta put a ring on it". It eventually worked out.
Not sure if anyone else had this, but while there was a drive to have that connection with someone, I also wasn't about to just have it off with the first guy who wanted it. Even in spite of teen hormones I sort of hit a mental/physical road block in going all the way. I'm somewhat glad, as one of them wouldn't of been near as adventurous, and the other, I later realised, was a selfish asshole. A bit silly maybe, but I like to think my deeper consciousness won out in both cases. It absolutely saved me from having a first time I would of regretted in the long run.
The first time for me is still quite meaningful to me and the person I was with. I'm still with them now so I guess they are doing something right! The experience itself isn't really a story for the ages (and I won't recount here as it's a bit too personal) but I do get quite misty-eyed when the memory crosses my mind.
Time does wear at the concept, it probably worked better in a time when you were generally expected to find a partner during your mid-to-late teens and got married. It's less effective the longer you wait - I compromised my ideals a little to "when it feels right" rather than "if you want it gotta put a ring on it". It eventually worked out.
Not sure if anyone else had this, but while there was a drive to have that connection with someone, I also wasn't about to just have it off with the first guy who wanted it. Even in spite of teen hormones I sort of hit a mental/physical road block in going all the way. I'm somewhat glad, as one of them wouldn't of been near as adventurous, and the other, I later realised, was a selfish asshole. A bit silly maybe, but I like to think my deeper consciousness won out in both cases. It absolutely saved me from having a first time I would of regretted in the long run.
The first time for me is still quite meaningful to me and the person I was with. I'm still with them now so I guess they are doing something right! The experience itself isn't really a story for the ages (and I won't recount here as it's a bit too personal) but I do get quite misty-eyed when the memory crosses my mind.