I think it’s interesting that people are amazed to hear that
I have only had sex with one woman…ever.
That’s right, I saved myself for my wife. She’s it.
Only one. The looks on people’s
faces are funny, as if they either don’t believe me or feel sorry for me. I feel like a seven-headed hydra, or a
unicorn, or something rare and mythological.
Like they can’t trust their eyes that they’re actually seeing it, but
don’t want to blink because they may never see it again. Isn’t it funny that as a society we have
become so degraded that my chastity is the rarity instead of the norm?
