Okay guys, let's be honest, with most of us millennials, the night/day we broke our virginity wasn't exactly an aww movie scene or a chapter in some romantic novel. Maybe it happened in the dorms what others call hostels, on that teeny-weeny bed. Or maybe you were drunk and don't recall what the hell happened. Or even crazier, it was a one night stand and you can't seem to remember his/her name.
So now anytime you think about that moment, you cringe and hope there was a time travel machine that would make it possible for you to redo it or better yet postpone it. If we're being honest, I'd wait maybe for another couple years. Actually, had I foreseen the future then, believe me, or not, I'd still have my purity intact to date.
It's not that I have regrets or anything but I feel that night paved way for a lot of things I wasn't ready for. What do I mean, if you open a bag of chips, how long does it take before you eat them all? Similarly, now that the gate has been opened, it's much easier for more people to gain entry or to go knocking on more doors. Catch my drift?
So now the cookie jar has been opened or you have had your hand in the cookie jar and you don't know what next. But then the Cruella version of fate has you breaking up with the 'I'm gonna spend the rest of my life with you' person. A moment of silence. And for a moment you think you will die, but then discover something called rebound sex.
Uh, it's not as good cause it's not from him/her but at least it keeps you busy and sane, or so you think. One rebound leads to more body counts and soon you're drowning in the ocean of 'complicated', 'friends with benefit', 'abortions', 'baby mama', 'baby daddy', 'STI' 'married and unhappy', 'divorced', 'sadness'. What was supposed to be a memorable moment created so much confusion, you still have no idea what's going on?
By a sure of hands, would you unsex some people if you could? I'm assuming you're all raising your hands. You might not wanna hear this but chances are high, had you not being too quick to taste the forbidden fruit, the number of guys or girls that came to your mind when I asked that, would be much fewer maybe even nonexistent. Now while it's not okay to have regrets, it's okay to admit that maybe you should have waited.
If I ever have kids, I'll tell them, heck I'll WARN them sex is not just feeling good, it's not just inserting a penis into a vagina. It's something worth waiting for, and at the wrong time, with the wrong person, it's something that can destroy you. I think you should be woman and man enough to admit that God wasn't stupid when he asked us to wait until marriage.
