Post Date December, 02 2023
Perhaps every man once wished his woman were a virgin.
Is Virgo Complex a Neurosis?
This idea, I feel too neurotic now, was actually too serious about sex and love at the time, and I didn't quite understand it. On the one hand, combined with oneself, it is clear how rogue men are in their hearts and do not want the things they cherish to be contaminated. On the other hand, if both parties are virgins and only break on the wedding day, there is a sense of blood oath ceremony, making everything appear more... sacred?
However, my own broken experience was not at all beautiful. Although I did take it seriously and think about something for a lifetime, the entire process still made me feel ashamed, like the first kiss, only feeling the pain of being bitten on my mouth, wiping blood on my back, thinking to myself, is this what is called blushing?
The steadfast Virgo faction and the more steadfast Non Virgo faction, as time passed, I defected from the former faction and converted to the latter. I'm afraid of falling in love with a virgin. It's like writing on a huge piece of white paper. I'm not a calligrapher. How can I write? How can I look ugly? At any time, I may drop ink and get dirty.
A woman who moved me
This is a lesson from the past. I once put in a lot of effort to chase a girl in a flowing white dress. She is like the kind of girl that appeared in many early karaoke videos, strolling along the beach under a white umbrella and wearing a white wide brimmed hat with streamers. She also wears white mid heels on the beach instead of bare feet. At that time, she didn't even try kissing. Throughout the year, I often felt ashamed, like a prisoner in love with a nun, feeling unworthy of her purity. But just holding hands has always made me uneasy, not knowing where to go next, and mistakenly thinking that worrying about gains and losses is a symptom of love.
One day, I escorted her downstairs to the dormitory. After facing each other, I tentatively pulled a strand of hair from her face behind her ear. She didn't show any displeasure, just a little nervous. I thought she was thinking the same thing as me, so I bent over and approached her face. When our mouths were about 5 centimeters apart, she slapped me in the face.
I thought that even if she didn't want to do this, she would at best push me away and say something like 'we don't understand enough' and politely decline. She looked at me with a wary gaze and turned away without saying a word. I froze for a long time under the streetlight. Afterwards, we politely apologized to each other and openly exchanged our views on intimate behavior, without even noticing any significant differences. However, she still told her friends that I was a "porn maniac", and our relationship ended there.
From now on, I only make friends with girls who have romantic experience, so the two of them don't have to deliberately blend in and become familiar. Even if there are various incongruities, at least they can progress to breaking up step by step.
The Proactive Attack of Pure Women
My recent girlfriend, who I have been dating, is extremely beautiful, wearing slender golden glasses and dressed in a simple and appropriate way. After several months of exploration, I found her gentle and cautious temperament, suitable for marrying back home as a wife. The whole person is very clean... it's simply too clean. I'm worried again. It's not easy to ask her about her past experiences, nor can you tell her bottom line from her lukewarm behavior. If you're not from the same group at first, then don't go into love and mess around.
I invited a few of my buddies to have a meal, and some of them also brought their girlfriends. After three rounds of drinking, the unscrupulous ones came, with various dirty jokes and dirty jokes. The girlfriends also sat on their thighs.
I secretly looked at her. She sometimes smiled slightly, occasionally laughed loudly, and occasionally frowned.
As we approached, we all crowded together in the men's restroom to exchange ideas. Some said she actually understood everything but pretended to be on stage, while others said she was probably very pure and suggested that I let go. The voting was also two to two, and in the end, who was she from, whether I could get on base, and whether we should get closer or avoid her immediately. All the issues remained unresolved. If two people have similar opinions, pornography will be regarded as fun, otherwise it will only add to disgust.
On the way back, I asked her what she thought of my friends. She smiled and said, "It's quite interesting, but it's a bit colorful." I said, "I'm pretty much like them." I walked out about 100 meters, and a little wind blew by. I grabbed her hand and put it in my coat pocket. Seeing that she didn't pull it out, I ventured in and said, "I live near here, don't you want to sit up?" I waited for her to say, "It's late" or "I'm a bit tired," but she said, "Okay
When I brought two glasses of water back to the living room, she was still sitting on the sofa like before, but the ceiling light had already been turned off, only one small light was on, and a faint yellow halo could only illuminate her side face. I put water on the coffee table and was overwhelmed by the scene, sitting about half an arm away from her. She took off her glasses and placed them on the coffee table. She approached me and gently squeezed my hand. At this moment, we were face to face, very close together. She said softly, "You have desires, I also have them." She kissed me on my mouth.
(Intern Editor: Chen Hao)
