Never Been Kissed

I realize that being 30-something years old and never having kissed a woman makes me odd. I mean really, most people have their first kiss around what, 13 or 14? Most people lose their virginity before they are legally considered adults. However, the majority of the time I don’t really notice this. It just isn’t something that commonly has a major effect on my life. There are times, though, that it becomes oh so readily apparent in my mind, and I feel like… so many things. Sometimes I feel like I’m missing out on something important in life. Sometimes I feel like I’m less of a man (really, sexual experience is a major basis for manhood in our culture). Sometimes I just feel like I’m less… like God just forgot about that part of my life… that part of who I am, maybe?

Since I started following Christ I haven’t had an easy time with singleness. I’ve been looking for a wife, praying for a wife, preparing for a wife for the past thirteen years. I tried taking a few years (six actually) to just focus on God and hope that he would bring me a wife in his time. Then I started looking again. Women seem to have an easy time rejecting me as well, and that hasn’t helped at all. Constant rejection can easily get under your skin. Make you feel like there’s something wrong with you, and I have to admit that I’ve felt this way many times. A friend of mine just posted a picture on facebook, a meme that read: even if I had a million reasons to leave you, I’d try to find one reason to stay.

My experience tends to be the opposite. Even if I give a woman a million reasons to stay with me, she always finds one reason to leave. When I started this blog, and for the past month or so, I’ve actually been doing fairly well with this. I haven’t been focusing on the flaws. When I asked out not-Sarah, I really thought she was interested. Honestly, she surprised me with her rejection, and that’s a first. I’d gotten to a point where I didn’t automatically expect to be rejected, and  I think that was a very healthy place to be. I don’t think I’m there anymore. I realized this last night when I was talking with some friends. It’s not that I’m focused on any particular woman or rejection, but I realized that I’ve come back to a place of bitterness where I’m struggling to see any kind of virtue in women in general, and I don’t like being there. It’s not a fair place, and it’s not a happy place, and it’s not a particularly lovable place, or a particularly loving place.

I thought that I was out of this for good, that I had dealt with the pain and the bitterness and let them go… given them to God. However, one rejection and I’m right back there again. I’m not ok with that.

One of the most important reasons that I want to find a wife is the spiritual growth that I know comes from being a husband. I see it in all of my married friends, and this is something that I want. Of course, I also want to make out with someone. I want to have sex. I want someone to spend lonely evenings with. Someone to love and take care of, and someone who will love and take care of me. However, spiritual growth is more important than all of these. While I still want it, and I still struggle with lust, and with pornography from time to time, sex has become steadily less important to me as I get older. I don’t know if this is something that comes naturally with age, or if this is something that comes from consistent self-denial. At the same time, the spiritual growth and relational aspects of marriage are things that I want more and more as I get older, and things that I feel myself missing more.

Ultimately, as much as I don’t really believe it, I have to admit that I’m back in a place where I wonder if perhaps God doesn’t have someone for me. If perhaps I’m meant to be alone, or if there is something about me that simply makes me impossible to love. Cognitively I know that I don’t actually believe these things, but right now I feel like they’re true, and as I’ve said before, feelings are incredibly powerful things.

Celibacy is Hard

I’m 32 years old and I’m a virgin. Actually, I’ve never kissed a woman (and I am interested in women). I just signed up on a site called ‘Fuckbook’ (no kidding) not because I was looking for sex, though that’s obviously what the site was designed for, but because I was looking for anonymity. Anonymity can do amazing things, and let’s be honest here: being a 32 year old virgin who’s never kissed a woman is pretty much just embarrassing in today’s world. I’m not celibate and proud… at least not yet. Maybe someday I will be, but right now I’m just celibate.

I want to feel like this:

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But most of the time I still feel like this: CELIBACY-inspirmotional

The thing is, I want to have sex. I just want to have sex with a woman who I love, and who loves me enough to marry me before we have it. She hasn’t come along yet, and if I’m being honest (and if you can’t be honest when you’re anonymous then when can you be honest), the older I get, the less likely it all seems. So, there I was, on fuckbook, asking for help with my weirdass celibate life from a forum designed around the idea of hooking up. Make’s so much sense doesn’t it. Then I found out that to do anything more than make a profile with my ‘about me’ section, I had to pay for it. Well… needless to say, that brought me here instead.

I honestly have no idea if I’ll ever update this blog again. I think it’s likely, but you never know. Right now this is the brainchild of a frustrated, sleepless night and I’d really rather just be sleeping, but that doesn’t look likely at the moment.