Via Anomylous via Never Had A Boyfriend resurfaces an old Salon.com article called “The 30-Year-Old Virgins.”

As I wrote in Never Had A Boyfriend’s blog, it was personally one of the most depressing articles I’d read in awhile.

I have a friend who’s in the same boat as me: also a virgin, but at least she’s engaged to be married.

Have I ever told you how much I hate it when she goes all righteous on me and tells me, “Be proud of being a virgin! You can be like any old slut any day of the week, but can those sluts be like you? Never!”

Um, yeah…I can’t be like a slut any day of the week because, first of all, the dating department has dried up like you wouldn’t believe.

I like to tell myself that I have standards, but maybe being impossibly picky is just making me even worse off, ’cause now I tend to shut myself in most days instead of going out.

I say kudos to Anomylous because she’s making an effort, whereas I’m now doing the opposite — retreating into myself.

A part of me thinks that maybe the up side of not dating is not having to deal with the discomfort of admitting to someone that you’re still a virgin…because, from the looks of the article, being a virgin puts you on the same level as a leper.

Let’s face facts — for all the longing of finding “the one”, you still have to get past that hurdle of dating…and dating, no matter who the hell you are, isn’t fun. It’s a period of weeding through lots of people, trying to find someone you click with.

God…just thinking about dating again makes me sick to my stomach because I know I have intimacy issues.

I’m not a touchy-feely person…hugging feels strange to me. And while a lot of people might think that I’m just shy, the fact is, that’s not true. I’m not a shy person. I’m indifferent about a lot of things and disappointment has taught me to just give up instead of pursue things.

I don’t know.

One male commenter wrote this of the article:
“My shyness and introversion just gets worse every time I even think about the opposite sex now because I’m so hyper-aware of my virginity. I’m not overweight or bad-looking either; I just freak out every time I meet someone mildly attractive.”

Another asshole had this to say:
“As a man who has no interest at all in deflowering a virgin, I would have to agree that warning flags would go up if I encountered a chronologically mature woman who had never had sex. I don’t see what is wrong with that.

In the slightly unlikely event of there being a woman in her mid twenties who is attractive, personable, and just hasn’t got around to having sex yet because she is too busy doing other things, yet now wants to get laid, my suggestion to her would be to go on vacation alone somewhere where no one knows her and screw the first presentable man who comes along. No one will ever know her secret.”

Fuck I was pissed reading that. It just makes me feel like I’m some fucking freak — as if I didn’t have enough to worry about.

So, that’s what I should do, huh? Go on vacation and just get laid and have it over with? I mean, I’ve waited this long for someone special to come along, maybe it’s time to face facts that I’m not going to meet that someone special and just throw my virginity away….and that’s only if I can get past my own hang-ups about sex to just fuck a complete stranger.