Today we're highlighting G in Canada, who is so cheerful and outgoing outwardly, she thinks people would be shocked if the knew how lonely and sad she really is. If you want to tell your story, go to our submission form. You can find all our V-Card Diaries here.
A little about myself:
25, female, from Canada.
How I define virginity:
Having not had consensual sexual intimacy with a partner.
Here's my story:
I'm 25, I live in a big city and always have, and I'm still a virgin. Not by choice at all, I might add.
I'm not "ugly" but I'm also not strikingly beautiful. I'm quite plain. In high school I was very troubled, badly bullied and quite depressed, which didn't help. In college I was very shy and despite trying to push myself out of my comfort zone and actually go after people I was interested in, I never experienced reciprocated attraction. The rejection was and is still very painful.
Since then, I've tried online dating to no avail (I got exactly two messages, both from men in their 60s, and zero responses to anything I sent out) and gone out to parties and bars and all kinds of things in an effort to meet new people, but so far nothing has happened. A couple of times I got excited about someone promising, only to be disappointed. I'm not clingy or anything (believe me, I've asked people I know how I come off), just very unlucky.
I want desperately to meet someone. Not so much to have sex, but to help me realize I'm worthy of affection of SOME kind. Right now, I am 25 and I've never been kissed, never been on a date, never held hands, never anything. I feel so truly and desperately alone that I cry myself to sleep frequently. I'm not looking for a fairytale, just an end, however brief, to my loneliness.
I am at the point where I can't imagine what it would be like to have someone show me romantic affection. I almost don't even think it's real. I have a lot of love and care to give and no one who wants to receive it. I'm a very cheerful, smiley person outwardly, and extremely outgoing and friendly. People would be shocked if they knew how lonely and sad I am.
I hope I'll one day be able to write an update saying how I spent years overreacting and worrying for nothing and that I met someone I'm happy with, but I don't know if I can believe it'll ever happen. Maybe it'll finally be my turn one day.