I kind of skated over Valentine’s Day here at The Virginity Project….and last week we talked about men losing their anal cherries so I thought we’d go back in the opposite direction this week…momentarily.
Actually, the author of this weeks ‘episode’ was on the site a few weeks ago telling us his virginity loss story. The experience seems to have done something to him and he’s gone all romantic. And boy can this boy do romance. Crikey, I almost married him accidentally. Sadly he lives in the States so that’s not possible but for all you Californian ladies….watch out. There’s no virginity to lose today but who’s to say what might happen if you bump into this boy in a dark street. This is a one-man walking charm offensive.
He did try to pass this new story off as another type of virginity loss, and in a sense he does actually have a point. As one of my friends who I am now going to ‘out’, once famously said, 'every time I make love to a new woman, I feel like I am losing my virginity all over again'. I’m down with that. I think there is something to be said for this concept.
And although today’s story is not technically about virginity loss, I’m a sucker for a musically themed blog post. And it did happen on Valentines Day. And even though he didn’t get to ‘seal the deal’, so to speak, with his beloved…something tells me that it won’t be long. Watch and learn young lovers. Watch and learn.
Matthew Rock. Born 1990. Lost virginity aged 17. Learnt the language of love: at birth.
‘It's Valentine's Day and I'm only praying that she can be my valentine tonight. I guess I had planned ahead just in case this crush she has on me is enough for a drive home after work. The first time we got to spend time together was on Wednesday night when we had both signed up for the retail inventory til' 6 AM.
The whole night was filled with simple flirting, singing ‘yo’ by Chris Brown and sorting out thousands of items. 5:15AM hit and I knew I wanted to spend more time with her. I offered to take her home, which was twenty minutes away and instead I made a pit-stop. Open fields exposed her to first sunrise. I took a picture of the scene just before the edge of the sun hit the tip of the mountain tops.
Later on that day, I arrived at our work and gave her a framed glossy picture of the sunrise with a chocolate wrapped heart lined in with the framing and ‘slow jam’ written on the back - which was the song that we slow danced to in the moments her first sun rose.
Twenty minutes later I showed up and asked her if I could take her home. I picked her up at about 10 o'clock and was so nervous to even have her walking at my side. I showed her hands a CD slipped inside a folded piece of paper. As we drove for two hours aimlessly, she read each line correlating to each song that played on the CD. Next to each title of the song, I put a sentence claiming, either why I chose that song, what it meant, or what she meant to me.
This is the CD list:
‘When a Man loves a woman’
‘You're my latest, my greatest inspiration’
‘The only one for me’
‘I'll make love to you’
‘Back at one’
‘My, My, My’
‘Turn off the lights’
‘Can you stand the rain?’
‘If this world were mine’
‘A house is not a home’
‘Whenever you call’
‘You are my lady’
‘Love of my life’
....For ‘A house is not a home,’ the parts sang by Luther Vandross require harmony and vocals and so for that sentence, I put ‘You have to sit right next to me when I sing this in your ear’ and she did and I kissed her on her cheek when Luther had told me to.
After tailing the 10 freeway all night, we headed back to her house and then decided to get jack in the box (note, this is a burger chain, not a euphemism for something sexual). Afterwards, I took her outside under the stars wrapped in my warm blankets leaving me in just a cotton shirt, held her tightly and she expressed her continuous love for her recent ex boyfriend, though she told me I was the perfect guy that she had always prayed for ever since she was a little girl.
Well, I'm Here. I just hope she knows she's my one and only in my heart. We parked outside of her house and decided to stay the night in the car. I've never kissed her before, and the feelings and emotions I get every time we look into each other's eyes, our lips just centimeters away from each other, continue to get stronger and stronger. I laid my lips on her forehead softly and as Betty Wright sang ‘Tonight is the night’, my favorite song, on the CD player, I heard her softly whisper every word to me thinking I was asleep.
I've never heard a voice as beautiful as hers. We then fell asleep foreheads touching, inches away from a kiss I've been dreaming about since I showed her how the sun rises every morning. Oh yeah, nothing sounded better all night than when I had asked her if she'd be my valentine, and she said yes. The CD I gave her read: Joanna Be Mine Tonight..........She was. Maybe she is........'