To pop or not to pop, that is the question.

I have always been taught to save yourself for marriage. Well what if I don’t believe in marriage, in lust and all the multi-colored sprinkle people put on having sex. I’m twenty-two years old and have never had intercourse with anyone, I believe in saving it for someone who is worth it. By worth it I mean that person always makes you feel like he is hitting the ball out of the park. Problem is, I don’t think anyone is worth it (so far at least).  I invest so much time into who I am to just give it to the next person who makes me smile. Everyone should have to work for it, I don’t care if your homeless or the president. Today, I felt somewhat crappy and left out because all of my friends who ages 20-24 talking about how amazing it is to have their “backs blown out” and how their partner would never leave because of oral. I disagree, he will leave you if he doesn’t want you whole hearted for all the right reasons. I will not give just my physical to anyone when everything beating, thinking and breathing of me is immeasurable when it comes to something as beautiful as love-making. When a gentleman enters you, he is filling something so sacred that no man will ever be able to fill again because every untouched crevice (unless you masterbate or have been fingered) will be first and no one like to be second, and so forth.  Also, another friend mentioned the pain she felt while trying to let her boyfriend enter her. She felt he had waited and wanted her long enough so she tried to surpress the pain and take it all in at such a tender age (16). When it’s love, your caught up in that, and nothing else. You will be so dreched in love that nothing can surpass the beauty of THAT moment. So, i’ll wait, but not for marriage. I’ll wait for undying love to declare how much it honors, respects, appreciates, and will tends to all aspects of me.  And days after I will still glow because I will not become depressed like my friends with their horror “losing virinity because of everything but love” stories. So toast, to all the girls who popped it when they KNEW they were ready to, or the ones waiting on the moment to BE filled by him (or her). Live by what you know is right, not what you think is right. Ladies, let’s give anyone who intends our cherries a run for it. – Pleasantries, Danyelle