Our latest V-Card Diaries comes from Mitch in the US. He lost his virginity with a woman he met at a single event and is glad it happened with a woman he cared about. If you want to tell your story, go to our submission form. We’d love to run it in this blog.
A little about myself:
I’m a 40s male in America.
How I define virginity:
Never having had sexual intercourse (vaginal for heterosexuals and anal for homosexuals).
Here’s my story:
On my 21st birthday, I was downright depressed. I was sure I was the oldest male virgin outside of the Vatican. It’s not like today when you can get on the internet, google “adult male virgins” and wool ah you have all these forums and blogs where you can see for yourself that you are not alone or the oldest.
I really thought I was alone. Nor did it seem like there was any hope. I thought my chances of losing my virginity that year were about as high as winning the freaking lottery. I was beside myself. What was wrong with me? I might have been on the short side, but I wasn’t bad looking. I was athletic, smart, clean shaven, dressed pretty decently, and even opened up more socially (by pledging a fraternity). Yet, I was going nowhere with women and the prospect of losing my virginity seemed like a modern miracle to me.
Then….Lo’ and behold….the summer between my junior and senior year of college, when I was in my hometown for the summer, *it* happened.
Well, it didn’t “just happen.” I was proactive, got off my lonely, lazy arse and went to a singles event for 21+. Honestly, I did not go to these singles events with the purpose of “getting laid” or even finding a girl friend for that matter. I just wanted to try something different and meet other people. So, one Saturday night, I went. The first singles event I went to, I didn’t get a date out of it, let alone a girlfriend, but I did have a ball. We started out hanging out at somebody’s apartment and eventually ended up at an adult disco-tech. One of the women from the event actually asked me if I wanted to dance. She was 28 (a bit older) and she smoked, which kind of turned me off, but I did enjoy dancing with her. It felt great to get out there and I felt like I was shedding a good chunk of my shell off. I came home that night pretty satisfied.
The next Saturday night, I went again. This time we started out in a restaurant. We were all sitting around the table. This woman and I started talking. For the purpose of staying anonymous, I will call her Rachel. I can’t remember if she started talking to me first or the other way around, but we seemed to hit it off, although I didn’t think anything of it at the time. From the restaurant, we progressed to the same disco-tech as the week before. We didn’t stay as late as the week before and ended up at somebody’s apartment. Rachel and I traded numbers and then I went back home. Still no date or girlfriend, but I felt satisfied that I was at least doing something different from my routine, putting myself out there, and meeting new people.
Then, then next day Rachel called me. She actually called me and asked me out on a date. And so we went out. On our first date, we went out to eat and then to a movie. During the movie, Rachel started grabbing my hand. At the end of the movie, she kissed me on the lips!!!! I was thinking, “Is this happening to me?!?!”. I thought I was going to faint, but I managed to hold my own and kiss her back. We drove back to her place, I walked her to her door, and kissed her goodnight. I couldn’t believe it. This was for real!!!!
To make a long story short, we dated for about five weeks before making plans for the “big day.”. We booked a room at a hotel near an amusement park. I couldn’t believe it. *It* was going to happen. I knew it was for real when I told my parents about this planned “get away” with my girlfriend and told my work that I needed a couple of days off. I don’t remember too much of the drive to the hotel (it was about four hours), but by the time we got to the hotel it was close to midnight. Both of us were wiped. The next morning we woke up and started kissing. Without getting into too much more details, before we knew it we were both naked and that’s when I reached for the condom. Rachel helped me put it on and then I got on top of her. She also needed to help guide me in, if you know what I mean.
Rachel knew I was a virgin. I had told her a couple of weeks before. So, I didn’t catch her off guard. I was her fifth or sixth sex partner, so she had experience. I had trouble coming. For some reason, try as I did, I could not reach climax (it took me a few times until I was able to). Rachel sure did though (unless she was faking it). At any rate, it happened!!!! I lost my V-card. I was 21 years, 6 months, and 26 days old. Rachel has just celebrated her 23rd birthday 17 days before, so this was like a birthday gift for her (the trip and my giving her my virginity).
The best part is that my first time was not with a prostitute. It wasn’t even a one night stand. It was with a woman I cared about and who cared about me and even went out with for a year and a half. True, we broke up after a year and a half, but at least we had a long term relationship. Rachel moved on and I moved on, but I will never forget her.