I read Dirty Filthy Princess‘ blog about every day, and I have held off on remarking about her stance on virginity. On one hand, being a Buddhist, which teaches non-attachment, that holding on to virginity is attachment. It is holding onto nothing. I know Christians see this in a different light.
That being said, I feel the VIRGINITY issue is similar to the LESBIAN issue. What could it possibly matter to me whether someone waited until she was 30 or 40 or 50 or…? I have heard many times when someone finds out that some attractive so-and-so is gay. The response is something like, “What a waste.” A “waste,” as if if that person were not gay, you would have had a chance. The same goes for virginity. Once a woman is no longer a virgin, there is no way to conquer her that way again—surgical reconstruction notwithstanding.
On the other hand, given a choice, I would not choose a virgin over an experienced woman. I have never had sex with a virgin, but I have had sex with inexperienced women, and it is not as enjoyable as otherwise. Of course, her motivation and enthusiasm offer some bit of compensation. Just because a woman is experienced doesn’t necessarily mean she will be good either—not any more than a guy in the same situation. That’s where the motivation and enthusiasm come into play. Of course now Dirty Filthy Princess is experienced, but her experience is not diverse—positions perhaps but not persons. It sounds like Dirty Filthy Princess makes up for her lack of diverse experience with these things. In the end, it doesn’t matter to me. I’m not sleeping with her anyway.
I may have an analogue here. I am not a person who lives to eat. I eat to live. I don’t particularly like eating. I eat to survive. I don’t have any cravings for this or that kind of food, though I have a limited variety because I don’t like the taste of a lot of things people. People often have asked me, “What about this, or what about that?” Nope. I could do without all of it.
Despite this, one evening a few years back my wife and I when out to eat at a now-defunct French restaurant in Beverly Hills. The food was fabulous! In retrospect, if I considered this meal to be a 10 (on a scale of 1 to 10) anything else I had eaten may have made it to be a 4—TOPS! The difference is, I suppose, that I knew there must be something better. I guess I could have thought until that day that the 4 was a 10. Without the comparison, I would have never known. It is precisely the diversity of experience that changed my perspective. Since that one night, I have not had better than a 4. At least I am not attached to searching for the 10, though.
Dirty Filthy Princess can grow with her husband, and perhaps there is something better out there. As long as they both have nothing against which to compare, everything will be fine. As the adage goes, “Ignorance is Bliss.” Besides, even if she did have a new experience, there is nothing to say it would be better anyway. So I just say, “Good luck.” Enjoy life your own way. Find your own path.