I enjoy going through magazines and clipping out words for collages. I enjoy making them for Camille. These magazines will often have surveys or statistics in them. Here is the most recent statistic I found:
| Percentage of men who wait until their wedding night to have sex: | 7 |
| Percentage of women who do: | 20 |
On behalf of the males of the species I would like to ask those 20% of women forgiveness. Although we all know that 72% of all statistics are made up on the fly, I highly doubt this one is inaccurate. A statistic like this makes me wonder if people are actually believing the 'scientific evidence' that we are merely animals and are required to respond to that animal nature.
I am glad that I am in the 7% of men. I wonder if the other 93% are glad they can tell their wife they are 'experienced' when they hop into the marriage bed. Guys, listen up! Do you want your wife to be able to list off all the people she has slept with? I didn't think so. So why are you hurting her this way?
Perhaps I am old fashioned (at 24 years old) but isn't complete intimacy worth waiting for? I mean, if you are really pledging life long devotion to this one person, why cannot one make that pledge before you meet him/her? Granted, most people when they say 'I do, until death do us part' mean something more like 'until I decide that I cannot keep my word', or worse yet if they think 'I found someone better'.
I know that I can maintain my virginity. I know that I am worth waiting for. Even more importantly, I know that the woman I plan on marrying is worth waiting for. I want (and will be able) to say on that day, 'Here, my beloved, I kept this for you.'
I could continue for several pages, but I will refrain. I leave you with this: when that day comes, which would you rather exchange with your mate:
a list of all previous partners
or the one thing you truely want, each other
It is not too late to make that commitment or to start over.
Let me know if you are worth waiting for.
Given the fact that I am a Christian you may wonder where I found this statistic. Well do not fret, I grabbed a discarded copy of The Ladies Home Journal to cut stuff out of. Just in case you were wondering. Anyway...