Bob's Story
The Best Seat In The House
by Bob, age 18
She was a freshman, and I was a sophomore. She had blonde hair, I had brown hair. She had blue eyes, I had brown eyes. She was short, I was tall… Well, you get the picture - we were exact opposites, but there was something deep within us that attracted us so deeply together that words could not accurately describe it. We called it love.
We were both relatively inexperienced when it came to the physical nature of relationships, but we managed to quickly become acclimated with one another, and within a very short period of time. We began having oral sex after two months of our relationship.
We decided that oral sex really wasn't sex at all. We agreed that it was something that we could do to express our love to each other without any consequences. We continued to have oral sex for eight more months, and miraculously we did not have intercourse in that span of time. After ten months and fifteen days, we ended our relationship. I was devastated.
For a long time after the relationship I still considered myself a virgin. But as I looked deeper and deeper into the relationship, and into my life, I realized that I really wasn't a virgin. I saw how incredibly deeply committed we were to each other, and the pain and torment that tearing that bond apart had created in my life. Sex is often called making love. By my definition, seeing each other completely naked and accepting the other person and loving them so intimately, counts as making love. That is what we did. The breaking apart of the bond that I had with this girl took a lot longer than I expected, and still the memory lingers in my mind today.
After the relationship was long over I realized I had to make some decisions about my life. I knew one thing - I definitely did not want to go through that same agonizing process ever again. I came to the conclusion that there was only one way to do this, to overcome the pain and the sorrow, and for it never to come back. There was only one safe context for making love, and that was marriage - a committed, bonded relationship with my future wife.
As far as I know I haven't met my wife (I'm only 18). But I know that she is worth waiting for. I know that she is worth renewing my virginity for. I think of it this way; if on the first day of school a teacher said to you that the people who sat in the front row of the class had a 95% chance of getting an A, while 65% of the people sitting in the back two rows would get a D or lower, you would sit as close to the teacher as possible, even if it meant taking a little slack from your friends. The same applies to the success of a marriage, or success of love, or even life.
One of a woman's deepest desires from the time she is little is to know that she is beautiful, desired, worthy-to be pursued - and I have come to realize that it is possible to "pursue" my future wife, even now. One of the things I always used to do for my old girlfriend was buy her flowers, or pick her flowers, or even grow her flowers. Why? Because those gifts brought joy into her life. However, the gift that I want to give my wife isn't going to die out. On my wedding night I want to give her me, all of me, not just whatever's left over. She deserves all of me, and I want to give it to her. I want to tell her that I have been pursuing her long before I even met her. I want to tell her that she is so special that I stopped having any type of sexual relationships for her.
Nevertheless, I don't want to give you the impression that this journey has been an easy one for me, because it is very difficult. It definitely is not easy for anybody to make the decision and stick to it, but I know it will be worth it. Do I know that my whole life will end up perfect? No, but I do know that I'm going to give my wife the best gift I can give her, and that I'm willing to sit in the front of the room to get an A.