I have a bone to pick with you, CollegeCandy. Why didn’t you guys tell me how horrifying OB/GYN appointments are? [Ed. Note: We're sorry, Khalea!]

Though I’ve visited a gynecologist before, it was mostly routine stuff – weigh ins, urinating in a cup, a breast exam and lots of chatting with really sweet nurse practitioners. This time, however, was completely different. I hadn’t been to the doctor in a while, so I didn’t expect a huge difference. I should’ve known that things would get u-g-l-y (with no alibi, natch).

Everything was basically the same until the doc asked me to open up wide…not my mouth, though. Further South. She then proceeded to prod and prick places where I’d never let anyone see, ever.

“Haven’t you done this before?” she asked. Read More »

Why does everyone think that being a virgin is bad?

OK, not necessarily bad per se. But definitely looked down upon, like we’re being foolish for not wanting to experience “the pleasures of life” you non-virgins always talk about.

You may not think we know, but we know. We know those looks you give us when we’re all hanging out together and we start talking about guys. And by “you,” I mean the one who goes out, gets drunk, and hooks up. After you go on and on about the guy (not the boyfriend, but the guy of the moment) you met last night and how good he was in bed, you all of a sudden cast us a very familiar look. That patronizing, pity-filled, I-can’t-believe-you’re-not-doing-it-you-don’t-know-what-you’re-missing look. The eyebrows scrunch a little and the lips pout a little, and maybe the arms reach out to give us a little hug. The consoling eyes seem to say, “It’s OK, sweetie. You’ll find someone someday!”

Well, maybe I don’t want to find someone. At least, not in that way. Not for just the night. Not for just sex.

You might think I’m crazy, but I know that until I have found the one I’m going to spend the rest of my life with, I’m not going to settle. I don’t just want to pick up some random guy at the club, spend a meaningless night together and have my final image of him be his back heading out the door. Read More »