I Was the Only Virgin on Tinder by M. Rowell

I Was the Only Virgin on Tinder by M. Rowell

Before I get to the link to the page by M. Rowell:

I kind of find this page – which is hosted on Salon.com – rather funny because one of Salon’s frequent contributors, Amanda what’s- her- face, wrote a scathing editorial mocking the choices of adults to stay virgins until marriage.

I did a post about that months ago here (and John Morgan swiped links from this post I did and brought them up in his blog a few days or weeks later, without crediting me, the dirt ball):

Yes, the very same site that brought us Amanda Marcotte’s condemnation and ridicule of the concept of adult virginity brings us this page by another author, defending the concept somewhat:

(Link):  I was the only virgin on Tinder

Excerpts:

  • by Melody Rowell
  • At least that’s how it felt. But to my surprise (and relief) my V-card wasn’t the dealbreaker I assumed it would be
  • This piece originally appeared on (Link): DAME.
  • …What I didn’t want to tell him [the guy she met on a dating app] —what I didn’t want to tell anyone I met on Tinder— was that I’m a virgin, with no plans to surrender the v-card anytime soon.

  • In a time when most sexual choices are met with applause and approval, my choice to wait is one that still makes other people uncomfortable.

  • Even in conversations with friends, I rarely go into the reasons behind my decision. And yet, here I was on Tinder, hoping to make a connection, and hoping to save that conversation for later.

  • [She then discusses how she broke up with her one and only serious boyfriend, and tried dating sites, which upset her more, because most of the men on the dating sites are losers or weirdos. She eventually decides to give Tindr a chance, and met a guy or two.]
  • …Three days later we [some other guy she met on Tindr] went on the first of what would turn out to be many dates, walking all over Capitol Hill for hours. As the flirting intensified, I felt a gnawing guilt about my standard nondisclosure procedure. I sighed and broke the v-card news. “If it’s a deal-breaker,” I said, “I won’t think less of you.”

    “It doesn’t bother me,” he replied with a shrug. “I’ve had sex. Is that a deal-breaker for you?”

    I laughed, surprised and relieved that he would regard my choice with just as much respect as I did his. “No,” I told him. “But congratulations on finding the only virgin on Tinder.”

  • … It was only a matter of weeks before I realized his feelings for me were stronger than mine would ever be for him. So I broke things off—for the first time ever, I had that sense of control I’d wanted. And it kind of felt like shit.

    I kept swiping for another three or four months, going on multiple dates with multiple men. The v-card conversation never came up again, but that didn’t keep some of the guys from dropping off the radar without notice.

Her comment here:

  • In a time when most sexual choices are met with applause and approval, my choice to wait is one that still makes other people uncomfortable.

Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner. I have been saying this on this blog for like the last 2, 3 years, and other sites where I have left comments.

I notice that many people in our culture who expect everyone to respect everyone’s sexual choices and actions, whether we are talking homosexuality or hetero fornication, draw the line at respecting adult virginity or celibacy. And it is so hypocritical.

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Related Post:

(Link):  I Shouldn’t Need An Excuse To Be A Virgin – (Secular Editorial Defends Virginity – More Rare Than a Unicorn Sighting)

(Link): What Progressive Christians, Conservative Christians, Non Christians, and Salon’s Amanda Marcotte Gets Wrong About Christian Views on Virginity

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