A Good Girl's Lament
Here's an observation. Well, more of a rant from a very pissed-off virgin...
Every man wants to be a woman's first - the one unforgettable standard by which others after him are measured...provided that he does his job correctly, of course.
Some days it seems that every man wants to be your first in the sack, but unwilling to sacrifice himself to protect you from the heartbreaking aftermath of the morning after -which can be likened to the horror found after a hit-and-run on a dangerous mountain curve - when you awaken to find his side of the bed empty.
So tell me something, guys:
Why is it that there's so much stress on a man to be sexually active and on a woman to be sexually pure? And for the girls who do remain true to this double standard, why does there seem to be either a line of guys (different personalities, a mixture of intentions) ready to change that or a flurry of them running away for outright fear of an attachment they have no intention of fulfilling? Some say these are the girls you save for when you're finally ready to settle down after sowing your wild oats. Others attribute it to being inexperienced and prefer girls with experience. These things are understandable, even valid in some cases.
What I don't think I fully understand are the guys that show an interest, are genuinely intrigued, and draw closer, raising a girl's hopes before dashing them to the ground, not knowing they had been shattered many times before. Yet she continues to smile with a very genuine understanding and respect as the war rages on the inside. For someone who has waited on that someone special all of their lives, this is so hard to take, and they feel that they can only take so much before they give up altogether. It hurts, it frustrates, and it confuses because the thought comes to their minds - What's wrong with me? Did I not do or say the right thing? What more could I have done? With this thought they withdraw back into their shells, leaving the next person with the task of drawing them back out again.
I guess my question now is this: how many times can this keep happening before I say "No more...I'm done"?
