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Women Only
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Straight Female / 43
Getting An Mrs. Degree
I would like to say a few words. I was raised while my parents were in the foreign service. We lived in Europe, Africa, South America. By the time I was ready for college I felt I was blessed with my international experience. Certainly compared to some of the kids who had never been on the next block. But I made a big mistake.
I'll call him George. George grew up and his first trip out of his county was riding the bus to college. He was teased and looked down upon. It bothered me. So I became his friend.
George had never been close to a girl, other than his sisters. He treated me like a China doll. He was always polite. But he came up short when it came to being a red blooded American boy. Having a liberal education sex was not a big deal with me. But sex was off limits to him.
Something about treating girls like he wanted boys to treat his sisters.
On the day we got married, fresh from graduation, he permitted himself a drink or two. That night, when we faced each other, he asked me if I was a virgin. I told him yes, but no thanks to him. He went about his business. I got up in one piece and thanked him. Then went about preparing myself for bed. He sat on the small bedroom chair and said he'd come to bed in a minute. He had been told that this was going to be the best night of his life, and he didn't want to miss it.
I'll call him George. George grew up and his first trip out of his county was riding the bus to college. He was teased and looked down upon. It bothered me. So I became his friend.
George had never been close to a girl, other than his sisters. He treated me like a China doll. He was always polite. But he came up short when it came to being a red blooded American boy. Having a liberal education sex was not a big deal with me. But sex was off limits to him.
Something about treating girls like he wanted boys to treat his sisters.
On the day we got married, fresh from graduation, he permitted himself a drink or two. That night, when we faced each other, he asked me if I was a virgin. I told him yes, but no thanks to him. He went about his business. I got up in one piece and thanked him. Then went about preparing myself for bed. He sat on the small bedroom chair and said he'd come to bed in a minute. He had been told that this was going to be the best night of his life, and he didn't want to miss it.
