I’ve been told that in college is when meet the women who are supposed to be your bridesmaids. I’ve also been told me I would find my husband in college and that was clearly a lie, but that’s another story for another column. Anyway, I’ve made friends with the most insane women in the world in school, and I’m not sure I want them having anything to do with my wedding.
It was a normal three way conversation (which I’ve never been a fan of might I add) about nothing, per usual, when the topic of sex came up, again per usual. They made it a point to let me know that I am not “trying” to meet guys and make advances in my love — which in this case I guess is synonymous with sexual — life, so they were gonna fix it. Before I could defend myself one said, “You need to meet a guy and get head before homecoming, no exceptions,” and the other agreed.
Reaction #1: Bish whet?
Reaction #2: Oh, hell no.
Reaction #3: Hmm….
Reaction #4: Who do you think you are?
Reaction #5: Well, I’m not saying no, but I’m not saying yes either.
By no means was I taking their little challenge seriously, but the next night when I was talking to a guy at a bar I couldn’t help but wonder if I could flirt my way into getting some satisfaction. And that same thought crossed my mind every time I spoke to anyone of the male kind. I’m not saying I was thirsty, but someone could’ve definitely handed me a glass of water.
A few weeks after this challenge was dropped on my head, I decided not to entertain it any longer. I’m not opposed to casual hookups in theory, but I’m not that girl. If I was I wouldn’t be a virgin now. For now I’m keeping the pace I’m at. But if my some way in hell this quest is fulfilled…I ain’t mad at it.
The Virgin Diaries: "Head by Homecoming" is the New "Ring By Spring"
