Why Giving It Up To The Wrong Person Isn’t Always The Worst Mistake

In today’s generation, we often overlook the meaning of sex. For some, it is just something to do when hanging out, for others losing your virginity is a big deal. I don’t think a lot of people-Christians mostly, understand that sex is something that should be cherished and yes, it should be saved until marriage. But who really waits until they are married to have sex of some kind? I admire people with purity rings because they are the people that know their morals and want to save a sacred act until they are committed to someone they truly love and care about and their partner truly loves and cares about them.

Recently, I had committed the act of sex with someone who I had been in a relationship with for over two years. I thought I loved this guy, and I thought he felt the same way about me. He had tried so many times to do it with me and I just never felt right about it because at the end of the day I didn’t trust him. If I was going to have sex with this guy I needed to know that I was the only one he’d be doing it with and I knew that wasn’t the case so I always rejected him. Until just a few days ago, I had been a virgin; my V-card had been taken. Yeah, sex with this guy sounded like something that would be an amazing feeling and I’ve been curious about it for a long time, but at the same time, I knew my morals and I’m not that kind of girl to just give it up because it’s what people do these days.

Unfortunately, I got caught up in the heat of the moment and gave it up. Do I regret having sex now? No, part of me is glad I’ve finally got it over with. Do I regret who I lost my virginity to? Absolutely.

As much as I dislike the fact that I lost my virginity to an absolute tool, I’m not mad about what I learned from it. I thought I loved this guy; I wanted to be with him even though he played so many girls, and I even knew he was talking to another girl at the time. But I thought that would all change after we did it. Now I think the only goal he had was to get in my pants because he doesn’t care about me after all. And weirdly, I’m not mad about this.

See, the thing that I’ve come to realize is that I never loved this guy. I was only really attracted to him and I held on for so long only because I wanted to know what it was like to be with him. Now that that’s over, I don’t want anything to do with him. I couldn’t be happier that I know I am so much better than him and I don’t need him, but I’m disappointed that I wasted so much time on someone who was such a liar. Maybe I’m the guilty one, I mean after all I did want to have sex with him just as bad as he wanted me and I kept making him wait. I can’t put all the blame on him (even though he’s a pig and I already knew this).

All in all, I wish I had waited for sex. But now I know that the reason it is so sacred is because it’s supposed to mean something to both partners. It is an attraction that a couple in love should experience and they should take that love and create something with it when they are ready. I understand that sex is something that needs to happen, but trust me, if you have doubts about anything in the relationship, please wait. I don’t want you to regret it like I do now. I don’t regret the lesson I learned, but I wish I could have learned the lesson the easy way. Remember to trust in your heart that you’re making the right choice, if it ends up being a mistake, I can only hope you learn the same lesson that I did so next time you’re extra careful of who you give your love to.