A Salon.com article from a few years back…
“THE THIRTY-YEAR-OLD VIRGINS”
Sept. 6, 2006 | When Amanda was 26 years old she found herself in a familiar but awkward situation: She was still a virgin and the guy she had been dating for three months didn’t know it. She wasn’t ready to sleep with him yet, but she was close, real close. One night they were at his house, making out on the couch, when he asked her, “When’s the last time you had sex?” The question was blunt and unexpected. She didn’t know how to answer, and she didn’t really want to. “One year? Two years?” She didn’t respond. “Don’t tell me you’re a virgin?” he blurted as he abruptly pulled away. “No offense, but most people do that in high school,” he told her. He acted like a victim, she says four years later, telling her that none of his friends would ever sleep with a virgin, that he’d already slept with two and would never do it again. About a week later they went to the movies together, and afterward, he walked her to the car. She leaned in to kiss him and he backed away, “like I was some disgusting object.”
“It made me scared to date, scared to talk to guys. It was like, ‘Oh my God, they’re all going to do this,’” she says. She still tried, occasionally, and after about a year she met another guy, someone else from work. But then he also didn’t know she was a virgin, and one night when they were practically naked together in bed it happened again, almost in the exact same way. He asked her about former lovers, and while she laughs nervously now as she retells the story, it wasn’t funny then. It reminded her of the last time and she started to cry. But this guy was actually nice about it, telling her things like “That guy was such an asshole” and “You should say you just haven’t found the right guy; be more self-confident.” It made her feel better, and when he left he said he’d call her the next day. But he didn’t call until the following week and things went downhill from there. “He never really said it was because I was a virgin,” Amanda says. “But that was the point when everything shifted.”
Some people may think Amanda is unique, maybe even a freak. But the fact is, there are a surprising number of women — smart, savvy and attractive women — who still haven’t lost their virginity into their 20s or 30s. According to a Centers for Disease Control and Prevention report, 7 percent of unmarried women between ages 25 and 29 have never had sex; neither have 5 percent between 30 and 34 and 4.3 percent between 35 and 39. It’s hard to say how many of these women are actually waiting until marriage, but it’s safe to assume that quite a few aren’t. This month Jane magazine is sponsoring a contest to get a 29-year-old virgin laid, a cheap publicity stunt that misses the bigger point: Why does a “funny, gorgeous” virgin need to place what is essentially an ad for sex at all? There was time when virginity was a prize, a treasure to be guarded and a badge of honor, but now, it seems that for the modern career woman virginity is nothing but a curse. What’s worse, the longer she waits the harder it is to find a guy — not just the right guy, but any guy — to do the honors. Which prompts the question, Has the sexual revolution ironically made it impossible for a mature woman to get laid for the first time?
These days virginity is for kids, something to outgrow during the experimental teenage years. Of course, being a virgin late in the game is nothing new; but in a hypersexualized culture, in which teenage girls are starting to have sex at progressively younger ages and spin the bottle seems to have been replaced by the blow job, to be a virgin in her mid- to late 20s suddenly seems extreme. (According to the CDC report, 44.4 percent of girls between 15 and 19 had sex by the time they were 17, compared with 35.5 percent of women more than 20 years older who lost their virginity at the same age.) Sure, we have young people who are encouraged to wait until marriage no matter when that might be. We have born-again virgins restoring their hymens with plastic surgery, teenagers with promise rings and a government that promotes abstinence education. But most of those people are religious conservatives who are pretty much doing what they always did. The phenomenon of involuntary virgins, on the other hand, exists underground in liberal America, where sophisticated career women are supposed to have active sex lives and gyms offer pole dancing and stripping classes as a kind of aerobics. Where the proliferation of online dating fosters a culture of freewheeling, uncommitted hookups. Where anyone who isn’t doing it is too unhip to know better. “The culture is getting more and more permission to be sexual at any age,” says Shirley Zussman, a sex therapist in New York. “It’s almost a directive from the culture: movies, books, magazines, TV programs. Everybody is saying “Look, this is what’s going on. What about you?”
At parties, especially college parties, conversations tend to revolve around sex, and about the last thing any virgin wants is for her sexuality to be the hot topic or, worse, to risk the chance that someone in the group will talk down to her, as if all she knows about sex is the birds and the bees. Laura, a virgin until she was 25, remembers parties where friends and strangers would trade personal sex stories. “You’re kind of sitting there like, ‘All right, I’ve got nothing to contribute.’ So I would just physically remove myself. Leave, walk around and hopefully people wouldn’t notice.” When she was just 23, Laura went to a New Year’s Eve party where a discussion about sex quickly turned into a contest: Who has slept with the most people? Who has slept with the oldest person? Who was the youngest when he or she first had sex? And so on. So Laura went to wash the dishes. “I remember thinking, ‘What an idiot. I’m washing dishes at a party because I don’t want to be involved in this conversation.’” But it was probably for the best. “I remember one of the guys saying, ‘Man, if I was 24 and a virgin I think I’d go crazy. I think I’d die.’ Then some other guy said, ‘You know the Unabomber was a virgin,” and I’m thinking, ‘Oh my God, they think I’m going to turn into a sociopath because I haven’t had sex at the age of 23.’”
On the men’s lifestyle Web site AskMen.com, relationship correspondent Lawrence Mitchell wrote a column in 2002 called “Should You Date a Virgin?” which advises men to stay away from virgins unless they’re ready for a committed relationship. “When we think virgin, we either recoil or go wild,” he writes. “If you must date a virgin, keep in mind” that in his opinion, “as soon as you invade her space so to speak, her emotions will intensify. She will exact certain expectations on you, whether you know it or not.” He goes on, “An obese thirty-something career woman virgin, for example, is not on the same level as a naäve [sic] 18-year-old virgin with a strict background who has never dated before,” reinforcing the stereotype that there’s something physically or psychologically wrong with a woman who is 30-something and still a virgin.
Mitchell’s assessment rang true one recent night to a 37-year-old California editor, who found out that his very hot date, a lawyer with “bad girl’s body,” was still a virgin at 28. They met at a party and left early so they could be alone at a bar. When he asked her about old boyfriends, she said she was into hard-to-get bad-boy types, the kind who drive race cars and date women for their looks. They sounded like crushes at best, not exactly real boyfriends. Her views on love and sex were so adolescent, so “totally out of the loop,” that even before the cocktails came he figured it out. “Are you a virgin?” he asked. She burst into tears. “I was flabbergasted, astonished and intrigued. I didn’t think it could happen in 2006. I thought it was some cosmic joke, a comedy of errors, that she hadn’t lost her virginity. She thought it was tragic.” He talked her through it and she thought they had a connection. But at the end of the night he wouldn’t sleep with her. “I knew she already had a little crush on me, and if that happened, she’d have an unmanageable crush on me that would be difficult for both of us and end in tears for her.”
So what ever happened to the idea that a man’s ultimate fantasy is to deflower a virgin? Well, if she’s a young, nubile girl the fantasy is still out there. But can you imagine a 30-year-old virgin as the star of Internet-porn spam? What about as one of the 72 virgins waiting for the jihadists up in heaven? University of Texas psychology professor David Buss, author of “Evolution of Desire,” says that one reason an older virgin becomes essentially untouchable is because “people infer that there is something psychologically wrong with the person who substantially exceeds the cultural norm in age and is still a virgin. Perhaps she has deeply rooted sexual hang-ups or some other deep psychological problem.” Or perhaps they just think she’s asexual or frigid. Of course, in many cultures, including those in China, India, Indonesia and parts of our own country, a virgin is still a prize when it comes to finding a wife. Before the advent of birth control, having a virgin bride was the best way a man could make sure that any children she bore would be his own, especially since a virgin was considered less likely to stray later, Buss says.
According to a 2001 study published in the Journal of Sex Research, most people in Western society assume that a people in their mid- to late 20s have already experienced dating and sexual experimentation, an exploration that, for the most part, started when they were teens. Involuntary virgins, on the other hand, may have missed that dating phase in high school (perhaps they were buried in their books) and probably missed it in college too, so once they enter the real world, one with more adults, they start to feel left behind, according to the study by Georgia State University associate professors of sociology Denise Donnelly and Elisabeth Burgess, who surveyed 34 male and female involuntary virgins. A woman who has never had sex can start to feel alienated, like a social pariah, and the last virgin on earth (at least among her peers). This feeling can turn into a barrier to meeting a lover, and the chance that she’ll ever have an intimate relationship starts to fade away.
Donnelly and Burgess’ study found that a big part of sexual development comes from dating as a teenager and that involuntary virginity is a combination of shyness, body-image issues and getting a late start. The problem is, it seems, that kids, teenagers and young adults no longer date — at least not in the traditional sense. “I remember thinking when I was in high school, ‘Yeah if I had a boyfriend I would sleep with him,’” says Katie, a journalist in New York, who didn’t lose her virginity until she was 28. “I thought when I got to college I would have this garden of eligible candidates to choose from. But people didn’t really date. It was a hookup scene I was never really comfortable with.”
Today, women are supposed to give good head, be on top, take it from behind, experience orgasm for an hour; they’re even supposed to experiment with other women. That’s a lot to swallow, so to speak. Performance anxiety can set in, which may make a woman with little to no experience avoid the situation entirely, says Jonathan Berent, a social anxiety therapist who has seen a number of virgins in their 20s and 30s. “In their early 20s they can rationalize it: ‘It’ll happen soon.’ But when they get to their late 20s their caution light is on big time. They get down on themselves and they tend to obsess,” he says. “The deal with sex and intimacy is that people will do anything to avoid being noticeably nervous. And going into a sexual scenario, if you haven’t already had one, you’re going to be noticeably nervous.”
Much depends on the sexual norms of each individual’s social circles when assessing what’s a “normal” age to still be a virgin. For example, a 23-year-old virgin with sexually active friends could feel ancient, but to the man she is dating her virginity might be curious, yet still reasonable. Among the women I spoke to, many started to lie about their sexual status (or at least withhold the whole truth) somewhere in their early 20s, right after they left college. According to Berent, as a virgin approaches her 30th birthday she tends to obsess. “There’s no written rule, but I think that when the woman gets to be in her early 30s, if she doesn’t do it, it’s a tremendous hurdle. But I have seen women lose their virginity at 40,” Berent says.
Amanda finally lost her virginity at 30, but didn’t tell the guy until after the fact. “I couldn’t take the slight chance he’d back out,” she says. They were dating for a month before they had sex. When she finally told him it was her first time, he mentioned that it was something he’d actually wondered about. Eventually, their relationship ended, and while Amanda says this one has been harder to get over than most, she doesn’t regret it. In fact, she’s all the better for it. “I feel much more self-confident in dealing with men and dating,” she says, “although now I’ve moved on to worrying about whether I’ll ever find a lasting relationship.”
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If that ain’t interesting enough…
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Lazy Sunday
It’s finally the end of one of the most stressful weeks I have had in a long time. I celebrated by seeing a Spanish-Argentine film, “Fred and Elsa.” Very good and surprisingly funny. It’s an old folks love story set in Madrid. Check it out. Many of us in the theater were laughing very hard. The couple were ridiculously cute.
Yesterday was the first Saturday I’ve had to work at my current job. And Golden Boy was there. At first I dreaded seeing him, but he was nice and we chatted a little with another co-worker about movies funny enough. Hmmmm. I still can’t tell if he likes me, is afraid of me, views me as a harmless colleague or worse – a bitch. I’m trying not to dwell on it. Part of me kind of hoped I’d see him at the indie movie theater today (there’s only one such theater in my metropolitan area) as I casually mentioned that I’d be there today. Perhaps he was there and we missed each other. Ah, wishful thinking. I hope someday to have the real thing.
Mom: You’re Too Young To Settle Down
It’s hard for me to talk about never having a boyfriend to my mom. I know that she knows I’ve never had one, but it is difficult me to talk about the pain I feel from this to her. Sometimes, like yesterday, I’ll bring up a question like “Would you feel comfortable if I were to get married now?” or “Do you worry about my sanity because I don’t have a boyfriend?” Her response is kind. She would say how her and my dad would not be comfortable with me getting married unless the guy was “completely awesome.” She kept using the word “awesome.” Hahaha. That’s a word she doesn’t use often. She told me that her and my father agree that I am too young to “settle down” and “get married.” I agree wholeheartedly.
She thinks that women of my generation, often called “Generation Y” by sociologists, should not even think about settling down until their 30s. She thinks guys do not mature until (at least) their early 30s as a broad estimation and believes I should not date guys around my age because they are too immature. She also thinks that one should not marry someone around their own age because men are naturally more immature, thinking that the man should be older than the woman for it to work out. My father is 12 years older than my mom. She understands how I wouldn’t like someone over a decade older than me. I’m just not attracted to that and she said it would worry her if I introduced her to a guy that much older than me. She thinks I would go well with someone around 4-5 years older than me.
My Latest Crush: Golden Boy
The word “crush” sounds so juvenile doesn’t it? But when you are in my situation, a crush is the closest thing you get to any relationship. I might as well be 12 years-old.
For as long as I can remember, there has always been some guy that has caught my eye. Obviously, nothing ever comes of it. So every so often, I will gush like a middle schooler about all the guys I like or once liked. My current crush is no exception.
I’m going to call this current guy “Golden Boy,” because everything he does seems to draw praise from supervisors and colleagues. Yes, he works with me and I have to deal with him daily, though not closely. He is not a boss or manager, thank goodness. The majority of me really likes this guy, but another part of me sees him as a rival. I certainly don’t get the kind of praise he does, but that’s ok. He’s not a jerk or asshole, so that’s fine. In fact, he’s really nice whenever I talk to him. Unfortunately, our conversations aren’t long or very personal. I try to be funny when I e-mail him, but I think I may come off as a bitch.
I keep reading that workplace dating is a bad thing, eventhough lots of people do it. There are the consequences of it in case you break up and the awkwardness of the office environment when you are actually dating. I guess you keep it on the ‘down low.’ Honestly, I can’t see this guy ever asking me out. I think I would have to be the one who would make the first move. The thought of asking him out doesn’t bother me, but when you have no experience it’s seems humiliating. However, I’m not head over heels where I absolutely have to take action.
I work with a lot of older people, so seeing him around kind of helps. He’s cute, smart and around my age. After doing a little research, I found that he is less than a year younger than me and is single according to one of his social networking profiles. The social networking site I’ve found of his doesn’t give his sexual orientation and that concerns me a little. It’s hard to tell these days.
Sometimes me and Golden Boy have great conversations, although work-related and short. The topics are almost never personal, except for the one time he told me what his brother does or when I talk about where I used to live (I’ve lived in several different places). Other times, he seems busy or annoyed so I don’t want to bother him. I doubt it’s directed at me, but who knows. I can’t tell with men. They say over 90 percent of communication is nonverbal. I suck in this department because I know I naturally give bad body language that must turn off people (like I tend to cross my arms and don’t smile 24 hours a day – I’m trying to fix this though). I am also very shy and quiet around people I don’t know well, but I try to open up to him. He doesn’t often open up back.
Like a lot of guys, he wears the standard uniform of t-shirts and jeans. He wears nice shirts, but they are often a size too big. I think a lot of guys do this to give the appearance of being bigger. Golden Boy has a thin build, so it wouldn’t surprise me if he wears bigger shirts for that reason. He has a tall, slender build and has nice hair. Hair and build are probably the first things I notice about guys. I don’t like bald guys or heavy set guys. Even too much muscle bothers me. Yeah, so he’s fun to look at. But I don’t want to stare. Hahahaa.
Ok, I think that’s enough of me gushing. I should probably leave this coffee shop with free Wi-Fi and go home now. My friends invited me out to a sports bar tonight. It will be two couples and I’m the fifth wheel. Believe it or not, this doesn’t bother me because I’m so used to it.
Reason #1 Why I’ve Never Had A Boyfriend: I’m REALLY Independent
Let’s say independence was measured on a scale from 1 to 10, with 10 being the most independent. On that scale, I’m probably a 12, possibly higher. I’m independent to the point of where I’m a loner. I’m comfortable going just about anywhere by myself, the few exceptions that include bars/clubs, sporting events and fancy restaurants. I do many things that other women often find scary to do alone, like go to movies or take a vacation. I spend most of my free time alone as I don’t have many friends or family that live near me. Even if I did, I probably still would spend most of my time alone. My favorite loner pastimes are reading at Starbucks, watching TV, going to movies, clothes shopping and listening to music on my ratty old headphones. There are a lot of other things I would like to try, but I feel like it would be hard for me to try them alone, like hiking or taking a martial arts class.
Loners have a bad reputation. People think of ‘Unabomber’ Ted Kaczynski, serial killers and the mentally disturbed. In our society, it is considered odd for a woman to be a loner. Women are supposed to be social, outgoing creatures who use their natural charms to get their way. If only I had a little bit of that! Society is a little bit easier on male loners, as they are sometimes considered to be geniuses or just a bit shy.
One of the main things my parents instilled in me growing up is self-suffiency and independence. They always encouraged me to “keep myself occupied.” Although I have an older brother, we have a large age difference, so both of us grew up as only children. Somehow, he grew up to be really outgoing with an active social life. I became the opposite. With the exception of a cousin, there weren’t any other kids in my family for me to play with. When I started school, I was misdiagnosed as autistic because I didn’t know how to deal with my peers. I was used to being with mainly adults. After testing, I was found to be quite normal. From then on, teachers knew I was smart, but quiet. They loved me because I got my work done and didn’t cause trouble.
Although I was never the best student in school, I was always near the top of the class. I joined clubs, but had trouble making close or quality friends. I’ve successfully created my own world that few people can penetrate. I’m safe in this world, a rich fantasy life where I’m a rock star people adore and look up to.
I hate when people tell me I need to “come out of my shell.” What am I, a mollusk?
Thank you.
Hey everyone,
I just wanted to give a quick thank you to all of those who have been commenting. It’s nice to know I am not the only one in this situation. It’s surprising that I’m even getting comments at all, since I’ve only had this site going for about two weeks. I think it’s even more awesome that some of you are from other countries, like the UK and Canada (love those places by the way). All I can say is let’s keep our heads up and love who we are (even though that is one of the hardest things to do).
The College Years
In America and in most industrialized countries around the world, it seems that people are expected to lose their virginity in their mid-late teen years. See my Durex Global Sex Survey post or visit Durex’s web site for more details. For those who don’t ‘lose it’ in high school, they somehow do in college.
I entered college with a slight hope that I would find my first boyfriend. High school was horrible for me (more on that in another post) and I couldn’t wait to start a new part of my life. My college was nearly 2,000 miles away from where I went to high school. It was a small school outside a big city in the U.S. I had a lot of family in this area so moving there was an easy transition for me. I got two scholarships and my parents were proud of me for that.
Overall, my college experience was great. I met lifelong friends from all around the world and was involved with many clubs. My musical performances got me noticed and it felt good. However, in class it was hard for me to talk or participate in discussions. I often would get a B instead of an A because of it.
During one class, I was voted the most mysterious. I know it was because I am very quiet whenever I am uncomfortable or don’t know people. One guy in class said I was “very hard to get to know.” And because of that I was (and still am) sometimes misunderstood.
Being outgoing is very hard for me unless I’m with people I know. I often think the outgoing girls get the decent guys because guys feel comfortable around them. They see me and seem freak out (unless they are old and/or creepy – more on that another time). I also spent a good majority of my time scared to leave my dorm room because of my severe acne. I was afraid people would notice it (and trust me they did). After some powerful drugs, that went away, but I did sometimes feel like I was losing my sanity in the process – perhaps that was from stress. God knows.
I graduated cum laude in four years and had my first salaried job lined up.
Obviously, I left college without ever having a boyfriend. It really killed me senior year. It hurt me so much, I saw a therapist for the first time. She was a graduate student finishing up her PHD from another university. This woman reminded me of Sheryl Crow, very gorgeous. Also very nice. She told me that many other students have come to her (guys and girls) with this very same issue and told me not to worry.
I lost a lot of weight in college. Not right away, but over the four years I would go up and down. Prior to college, I never exercised. I took advantage of the gym facilities and cut out fast food (except pizza), along with most sodas. I also didn’t drink alcohol. I was quite thin when I graduated because I was stressed out juggling work with school. I told her that I often equated thinness with beauty and maybe guys liking me. I definitely got more attention being thin. Although I didn’t have an eating disorder, it could have become one if I let it get the best of me. She told me that many girls on campus had eating disorders. I don’t really remember what else we talked about, I don’t think we met very often. I do remember that she told me I was not the only one in college who never had a boyfriend and it’s something I shouldn’t worry about.
I had one major crush in college, along with a minor one. I think I told her about the major one. I will save my specifics on them for another post.
Although I did get looks from them, they never talked to me and I was too shy to talk to them. Ok, the minor crush talked to me once, but I think I came off as a bitch to him. I was also intimidated by them because they were big guys. I think shyness often comes across as bitchiness. It hurt me that I never got to know them before I graduated and they probably saw me as a bitch. They live far, far away from me, so chances are I won’t see them again.
The college was a small school, only 1,500 students total – most of them girls. So, as you can imagine, finding a decent guy or any guy in general at that school was hard. I also wasn’t very outgoing and didn’t get drunk/party. I was also afraid of drama. Going to such a small school was like living in a small town, everyone knew everyone’s business.
My best friend never had sex in college, but came close with a guy she liked freshman year (but turned him down). The rest of her time in college was awful because people made up rumors about her being a slut, when in fact she was the opposite of one. I would know because she spent most of her time studying or watching movies with me.
I left college with a degree and my first big job. I loved most of my college experience. I just wished I had a college boyfriend, even if it didn’t last. Instead, I did find some great friends that I will hopefully keep for life. The classes were great too! So I regret nothing.
Pay cut
For a moment I thought I was exempt from all the bad economy crap that the rest of America is going through. But I was wrong. I had my 90 day review this week and instead of getting a pay increase, like what was promised to me during my interview, I was given a pay cut. I was not prepared to be told this, but I tried to mainatain a smile or at least some kind of poker face to cover up how I felt inside. They told me it was because the nature of my job changed after I took it on and the stuff I brought to the table, so to speak, was not enough to justify the higher salary I was receiving. They conveyed this in the nicest way possible and wanted me to stay with the company. I said yes because I do like the job, company and people I work with. The downside is pay, which despite the decrease, is still enough to get by. Yet, it was still like getting punched in the stomach and I spent part of this week crying. I’m over that now and moving on. All I can do is be the best I can and get the most out of this job.
So what does this have to do with me never having a boyfriend? Well, I’ve always used school, work, family, etc. as excuses not to pursue men. I have friends, but very few. I haven’t really made buddies with many people from work yet, although I get along with everyone well. It’s always been a hope of mine that maybe the right guy will come along. Heck, even if it’s the wrong guy who I like at the time, some experience would be good. I can’t tell you how many crushes I’ve had or currently have…perhaps that’s a good idea for another entry. I know I should probably join a club, but this pay cut just makes me think I should save money by not joining anything…another excuse!
I’ve always tried to embrace failure, because it’s something that you must experience before hitting success. You fail for a reason. But the fact that I’ve failed at something or hit a road block with this bad job review makes it more painful. I mean, I could be like a lot of my female peers and actually have a boyfriend. Be normal so to speak, eventhough there is no such thing as normal. It hurts.
NOTE: I’m not looking for sympathy with this blog. This is a place for me to vent because therapy costs money. And maybe there are other people like me out there who stumble upon this blog and think “Hey, I’m not the only one.” Maybe someday I will see a professional, but not today. I did see a therapist a few years ago and she was kinda mean, so I stopped going.
“Age of first sex”
I have to give credit to Durex, doing a survey of – guess what – SEX! I was trying to research the average age people lose their virginity, and luckily that question was on the list of the condom manufacturer’s 2005 survey.
Here’s an excerpt:
Age of first sex
- People worldwide are having sex for the first time at an average age of 17.3
- Just over a third (35%) say they were 16 or under when they lost their virginity
- Young people continue to have sex at an earlier age than previous generations: while the 25-34s lost their virginity at 17.9, the 21-24 year olds were 17.5 and 16-20 year olds were just 16.3
- Women are sexually active earlier than men – at 17.2 compared with 17.5
- People from Iceland are having sex younger than any other country (15.6) followed by the Germans (15.9), Swedes (16.1) and the Danes (16.1)
- People in India are the oldest to lose their virginity (19.8) followed by the Vietnamese (19.6), Indonesians (19.1) and the Malaysians (19)
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The Surface
I am by no means a supermodel, however I am not hideous either. Size-wise, I’ve been everywhere from a US size 16 to a size 4 – right now, I’m somewhere around an 8, of average height (depending on the shoes I wear) and height/weight proportionate. I’m not going to get specific, but I am often told that I’m cute or attractive (at least from my friends and family), but never hot or gorgeous. I certainly haven’t been called ugly (to my face).
All my life, my mother has told me that “men are very visual creatures.” For some reason in my mind, I interpret that as meaning something like “men are shallow,” which is not good. I often feel like I need magazine model looks to attract the right man. I think that is something that society pounds into our heads from an early age, feeding our insecurities as part of marketing schemes so we can buy Product X or Service Z (if that makes any sense).
Growing up, I was “the fat kid” or at least one of the heaviest girls in school. I was often the target of practical jokes from the boys, while the girls avoided me like the plague. The teachers felt sorry for me because I was a fairly smart, shy kid with no friends. I was a normal size until I hit the age of 9, when I started piling on the weight. Although the 90s weren’t so long ago, there weren’t as many fat kids like you see today. Back then it was me vs. a sea of tanned, athletic Alpha kids who played Soccer or did Gymnastics.
Freshman year of high school, I used to ditch P.E. to go to a second lunch period. Nobody really noticed and I still got an A in that class. How I did it God only knows. LOL. I hit my heaviest weight at 18 and went off to college. I discovered the fun of exercise and slowly lost 50 pounds in four years. I lost another 10 the year after that. I wanted to see how thin I could get, so I would exercise like two hours a day and hardly eat anything. I began to pass out at the gym and get depressed. That was a wake-up call for me to eat normally. That was about two years ago. I’ve gained some weight back, but avoid fast food (except Starbucks, pizza and subs) and exercise at least a half hour every other day.
Besides my weight, I’ve battled some serious skin problems that sometimes left my face full of oozing puss-filled cysts. I was scared to leave my house. Luckily, with the help of modern medicine my skin is clear now and I just have a few scars left that are easily covered up with makeup. So for many years, I have felt insecure, too ashamed to approach guys for fear that they will ridicule me. I am just finally getting over this fear.
Today, you could say I look pretty decent. One thing I’m proud of is my sense of style. I KNOW how to put together an outfit that flatters me no matter what size I am – and can tell the difference between quality and crap. I enjoy playing with textures, colors and accessories.
Style-wise, a lot of women around my age tend to fall into two categories:
1) Low maintenance – women who take a maximum of ten minutes to get ready, barely wear makeup and live in ratty T-shirts and old jeans. They often appear like they just rolled out of bed to hit the early college lecture eventhough they graduated college like five years ago and have jobs
2) High maintenance – women who take at least two hours to get ready, apply five pounds of make-up with frequent touchups throughout the day, go tanning, weekly manis/pedis, wear jeans that cost over $200 and shop at pricey boutiques for the same generic clothes that you could find cheaper at the mall, Target or somewhere else, also think sluttier = better
I don’t fit into either category. I pride myself on creating a sense of style that’s uniquely mine. I don’t want to look like some other woman, I want to look like myself. I want to be a trendsetter, even if I’m a little eccentric. Some, like my mom, have asked me, “Why do you care what people think? Who are you trying to impress? What are you trying to prove?” Frankly, I’m out to impress myself. Since I’m a shy, reserved person around most people, fashion is an easy outward way of expressing myself, especially how I feel. And it helps my confidence.
I don’t get approached a lot by men, unless they are old and/or creepy (more on this to come). I have never, ever been approached by a guy that I’m attracted to and it’s something that I’ve racked my mind over for years. I know I should probably do the approaching, but haven’t gathered the courage if I do like a guy. I’ve often wondered if I’m ugly or not hot enough…but after a while I say to myself “Just fuck it!”
