The Virgin Diaries
Hank the Holy Roller

ALL THE CHARACTERS APPEARING IN THIS WORK ARE FICTITIOUS. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO REAL PERSONS, LIVING OR DEAD, IS PURLY COINCIDENTAL. 

I wanted to take creative liberty and deviate from our current course to introduce a new guy, Hank the Holy Roller. 

***Major Disclaimer: In no way do I want this to come across as bashing and/or making fun of our choices as believers. This blog is nothing without God. To God alone be the glory, forever and ever. Amen*** Let’s do this.

Bible studies are the equivalent of going to a bar for single Christians to meet his or her future spouse. It is the perfect setting to meet someone who can truly appreciate the choice of purity.

Enter Hank the Holy Roller.

Here’s a quick breakdown of Hank:

HANK THE HOLY ROLLER: He is smokin’ hott. A cross between Tim Tebow and Tony Romo, with the supreme jaw clench of Channing Tatum. He loves the Lord. Crazy outgoing. Exudes a quiet confidence. I mean, he’s basically the bee’s knees.

I first noticed Hank at our bible study. Quick fact about me: When I notice a cute boy, I get really nervous. So obviously, I couldn’t talk to him, but I did smile and laugh way too much, told hilarious jokes (duh) and I may or may not have sprayed perfume on myself then “accidentally” walked by him multiple times. Back to the story.

Our class had orchestrated a fun bowling night out for our singles group. I crossed my fingers, hoping we would end up on the same team. It didn’t work. Before the games began, Hank asked if he could pray for our safety. In that moment, it was as if he morphed into a little baby angel, aligning the stars for the beginning of our magical love story. (Okay, sorry that was a bit much; I get caught up in my own thoughts.) I will say this; there is nothing… nuh-thing more attractive than a man who prays.

Note: Girls when you go bowling with a guy you like, please, learn from my mistakes. As I approached the lane, I chose to channel my inner Tom Haverford. My technique: bowl “between the legs” (immature laugh). In my mind, I looked all kinds of fly. In reality, I looked like a child swinging the ball between my legs with two hands (I apologize, this is sounding a bit dirty). Also, crying in bowling is not cool. Yes, smashing your fingers between two bowling balls hurts (more inappropriate laughter) but just because you’re bowling like a child doesn’t mean you should cry like one. You will get strange looks. 

At bible study the next week, I made it a point to sit by Hank. We were studying Song of Solomon (one of my favorites) but I was having a hard time focusing because I was so aware of his presence. Then, the topic of sexual purity came up… and there it was… a voice echoing in the distance. Hanks voice. He spoke: “As a man, it is so hard to find a woman in today’s society who truly embraces her virginity… if you can even find a virgin.”

Like a Disney movie, suddenly, I was surrounded by small woodland creatures, placing a veil in my hair, laying flowers at my feet while the birds flew in circles around me, batting their eyelashes and singing. As I tossed my shining hair over my shoulder, I noticed I was now moving in slow motion, with a soft focus lens on the eyes of my beloved, perfectly lit by a spotlight that just so happened to be hung directly over my chair. 

A few of us decided to go to Johnny Carino’s for a lovely dinner and without realizing what I was saying, I yelled across the room to Hank, “Hey Hank, food? Hungry? Question mark?”

Over lobster ravioli, calamari and garlic bread, we continued to talk about the lesson and purity. Then he said it, “Yeah, I’m saving myself for my wife.” Without thinking I said, “We should go out!”

Hank asked if I had ever seen any of the Bourne movies. Really? Um, obvi. I’ve read all the books; own the Bourne Collection on BluRay and DVD and watched the Bourne Legacy trailer 7,313 out of the 2,367,276 views on YouTube. James Bourne may or may not be my screen saver on my phone and MacBook (wh-what, I mean, huh…he’s okay).

So far this guy seems promising. We both love us some Jesus, former CIA spies with amnesia and our bodies are germ free and we love it. High five!

(Law & Order DUN-DUN Sound)

THE DATE: The Movie

Saturday 3rd September

Let’s adress this real quick: first dates can be, and honestly should be, a nerve-wracking experience. There is potential for major awkwardness, humiliation, hilarity, dull moments, interesting subjects or instant sparks. You never want a first date to be horrible, but if it is, remember everything because it will make for a great story.

I spent more time getting ready for this date than any normal human being should; I think I was hoping to get a 2-syllable damn. When I got the text telling me he was on his way, the nerves kicked into high gear. He arrived at my apartment, looking all kinds of good, and came to the door (ladies: chivalry isn’t dead). As we walked outside, I saw a “vintage” 1990 maroon Oldsmobile. He’s walking toward the passenger door. As it screeches open, I realize he’s rockin’ this ride. Maybe the look on my face led him to explain that he “could not justify driving a nice car with so many suffering in the world.” *swoon* He is sooo deep. Since I knew we were going to a movie, I thought I would pack us some healthy snacks: a super size box of Hot Tamales, Sour Patch Kids and a box of Oreo’s (don’t judge me), a bottle of water and, of course, a couple Diet Cokes.

So, imagine my surprise as we pulled into the parking lot of “The Church of Whats Happening Now.” 

First thought: probably car trouble.

Nope.

SURPRISE!”

He was taking me to the premiere of an independent film. I’m a huge fan of this kind of stuff, so I was pretty excited. And impressed with homeboy to my left. Is it possible I found a gorgeous guy that gets me? Check and mate.

The lights went down as the music began to rise. 

[Camera pans down to reveal]

A man sweating profusely, running, jumping, hiding behind cars; constantly looking back over his shoulder. A shadowy figure creeping behind him, waiting for the right moment to attack.

DUH-DUH-DUN

… wait for it, what is chasing him…

…giant letters spelling out:

S-I-N!

The sky darkened. Thunder boomed

[Camera pans to the sky] and computer generated lightning spells out the following:

Hank the Holy Roller starring in BOURNE AGAIN!”

Yep, this was happeneing.

After 3 hours of hell, literally, I did learn a couple things.

  1. Properly placed fans and orange, yellow and red tissue paper cut in triangles can simulate fire.
  2. I no longer consider Ghost Rider to be the worst film of all time.
  3. I respect Keanu Reeves.
  4. Just because a guy is a Christian, doesn’t mean he is the guy for me. I mean after three hours of Hank’s fire and brimstone message, Billy Graham would have questioned his own salvation! (Also, where in the world did he find actual brimstone?)

Once he finished signing autographs (ha just kidding), he drove me home. Maybe it was my silence, the “crap, he knows where I live..” look on my face, or the fact that I played Bubble TapTap the entire ride home; but I was pretty sure he could tell I was no longer interested. When we got to my place, I moved at lightning fast speed to get my door open… I still can’t remember if I told him goodbye, thanks or good night.

(DUN-DUN)

6:30 A.M. 

Sunday 4th September

I was in that weird half-asleep/half-awake state, when I heard someone beating on my window and calling my name. I’m not gonna lie, it scared the bejebus out of me. So, I put down my stuffed Matt Damon pillow pet (yeah right… *deep sigh* I wish) and grabbed the Glock semi-automatic with laser sites my Dad had given me and peeked through the blinds. 

It was Hank. (Son of a…) He looked disheveled, pacing back and forth, in the same clothes from the night before. First thought: probably car trouble. I bet it wouldn’t start and he was stuck out there all night, too embarrassed to bother me. Dadgummit, now I feel half-bad for the guy.

Well, I was half right, he was out there all night, with Jesus.

He explained that after he walked me to the door and got into his car, Jesus came to him. They talked about what a great job he did on the movie, that he was given the spiritual gift of acting, blah, blah, blah… and that I, Jordan, was created for him (Hank) by God. Basically, his search was over. He took my hands, bowed his head and began thanking God. Then, out of nowhere, he starts this crazy talk jibber jabber, mumbo jumbo that I could not, for the life of me, understand.

But wait…. there they are, the hysterics. Tears accompanied with sniffling, snot, drool, convulsive gasping, collapsing, and then thanking the Lord again. Finally, after a good 5 minutes, he pulls himself together, completly unaware of the snot train moving from his nose to lip.

Then it happened.

HANK: Jordan, the Holy Spirit told me that we could go ahead and have sex, now that the truth has been revealed! Hallelujah, Hallelujah!

Eyes closed, face to the heavens, looking a little like Stevie Wonder.

HANK (con’t): …thank you Jesus, abbalebabble, jabba waka ding dong, scooby dibbely doo, wing wong ping pong, king kong cheech and chong, hop hip kasha goo-goo…

ME: Whoa, whoa. Pump the brakes preacher man. Who has two thumbs and talks to Jesus everyday, all day? This girl! I’m really pumped for you, that you had such a great and vivid experience, buuuuut I think, maybe, something might have been interpreted incorrectly. I’m just gonna say this, I can assure you that my Father, my Lord… He would have let me in on this little conversation…. if it were true you psycho! (Okay fine, I didn’t say that last part because I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.)

HANK: I wanna say something. I’m gonna put it out there; if you like it, you can take it, if you don’t, send it right back. I want to be on you. 

I turned and started walking back into my building, trying to conceal my laughter. 

HANK (con’t): Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, I… I wanna be on you.

I kept telling myself that I was still hungover from all the sugar, but unfortunately that was not the case. 

This past Sunday I went to one of my favorite chruches, Grace Church in Wichita Falls, Texas. Tom Rodgers’, the pastor, sermon was on ‘False Teachers’.

*Please don’t think I am trying to call Hank out, or say he is a false teacher. That is not my intent. But, when you’re walking with Christ, you can recognize when something is or isn’t from Him.* 

As I looked over my notes from Sunday, I began to notice similarities between Hank’s behavior and these false teachers. A quick breakdown of False Teachers shows us:

  • They will deceive many people into believing false doctrines.
  • They have knowledge of Biblical truths and will use it against you.
  • They will use charm, deceit, popularity, attraction, etc, to try and lead you astray.
  • They lead you to believe they’re furthering God’s Kingdom, but in fact, these sleaze bags are trying to create their own.

So now I wanted to try something, lets change the breakdown of ‘False Teachers’ to ‘Guys Who Want to Get in Your Pants’:

  • They will deceive many people into believing false truths: "The Holy Spirit told me that we could go ahead and have sex now."
  • They have knowledge of Biblical truths and will use it against you: "yeah, I’m saving myself for my wife."
  • They will use charm, deceit, popularity, attraction, etc, to try and lead you astray:"As a man, it is so hard to find a woman in today’s society who truly embraces her virginity… if you can even find a virgin."
  • They lead you to believe they’re furthering God’s Kingdom, but in fact, these sleaze bags are trying to create their own: "Wait. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, I… I wanna be on you."

I think Tom puts it perfectly, “False teachers have their own agenda. They don’t care what God’s scripture says, they’re trying to create their own kingdom.” While I don’t know what Hank was thinking, I know he definitely had his own agenda. Whether or not Hank is a false teacher, I don’t know, but I do know those guys are out there, and they will stop at nothing. Don’t be afraid to “test” your relationships. 

So what sets us believers apart from these false teachers? Faith, hope and love.

  • Faith: Hebrews 11:1 “Faith is being sure of what we hope for. It is being certain of what we do not see.” It’s completely trusting God with every aspect of your life (yes, this includes your love life!)
  • Hope: Jeremiah 29:11 “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” Expectations and desires - those are OKAY! He wants that for us.
  • Love: John 3:16 “For God SO loed the world that He gave his one and ONLY Son, that whoever believes in Him WILL NOT perish but have everlasting life.” This is the greatest definition of a true, genuine, unfailing, never-ending love. 

Don’t mistake false love for true love. Be patient. And girls, trust me, your superhero’s are out there, they’re just saving the world right now. 

Harry the Hater

Hi guys! I’m so sorry it’s been forever since I posted anything. The last two months of my, and my families, life have been devoted to planning, decorating, editing, booking, assembling and rehearsing.. all to make sure my baby sister had to most perfect wedding day. To say Caroline and Blake’s wedding was beautiful, does not do it justice. Their wedding was special. Something I could never adequately describe but, one of Caroline and Blake’s best friends and super talented writer, Nolen Smith, paints the perfect picture of their incredible day in his blog: “The Will to Walk” http://thewilltowalk.blogspot.com/2012/01/jesus-at-wedding.html (Read it, you won’t be disappointed!)

Now that my proud older sister bragging is finished, I think it’s time to talk about Harry the Hater. Here is a quick reminder about Harry:

HARRY THE HATER: Harry believes that I must be a religious zealot who uses religion as a wall to avoid intimacy. What Harry is unaware of is that, in the limo, between the church and the reception, IT IS ON!

If you’ve never met a Harry, you’ve heard of him, or someone like him. You can usually find him sitting in a coffee shop listening to his-own music, or at some underground, hole-in-the-wall bar you’ve never heard of. Girls: if you’re wearing vintage mixed with Forever 21 and reading a book by Nietzsche, be careful, he will try and jump your bones, but not before he mocks or insults you.

I think of my Harry the Hater, as Bill Maher donning Ray Bay Wayfarer’s and skinny jeans. 

So, when Harry and I met, needless to say, we had a hairy situation on our hands.

I was working on a small independent film a few years back. We were running a skeleton crew, so everyone got really close. *Side note: For those of you who don’t know what a skeleton crew is, it’s a very small number of people needed to make and run a film.* It was there, on this set, when I met Harry. And, no I did not have a Meg Ryan/Billy Crystal romantic comedy “meet cute” moment, that would have been funny though.

A local bar we had been filming at invited us to come out, on them, for the evening. It was pretty standard conversation within our group, “What’s your next project?” “What have you worked on before?” “Do you write, direct, produce, act…” “You might recognize me from such feature films as……” and so on. Harry’s attitude completely changed when I started talking about the documentary I was writing, “The Virgin Diaries”.

I’m not sure what made Harry more uncomfortable, the fact I was saving myself or that my abstinence was based on a promise I made to my Lord and Savior.

Let me explain, Harry‘s different from a lot of guys I’ve met. Attractive at first glance, but as you get to know him, he’s not much to look at. He claims he is a nonconformist, subversive, and unaffected by society’s opinions and view. But, the moment he interrupts me, with his classy eye roll, and says, “Ohh, you’re one of those…..”, we meet the real Harry.

For the record, I don’t think Harry was ever trying to get in my pants; he just wanted to tell me how wrong I was. 

Here are a few excerpts (my favorites) from our little chat:

Harry: Your God created us as sexual beings, He wants us to ‘love’ each other…that’s what the bible says, right?

Harry: Discouraging premarital sex is against my religion. Get it?

Harry: Like Cher said, “You can wait for the right man to come along, but in the meantime you can have a wonderful time with all the wrong ones.” 

Harry: Don’t give me your “holier than thou” virgin attitude. Ugh, all of you people are the same. It’s like Bill Maher says, “Religions are maintained by people. People who can’t get laid, because sex is the first great earthly pleasure. But if you can’t get that, power is a pretty good second one. And that’s what religion gives to people. Power. Power is sex for people who can’t get or don’t want or aren’t any good at sex itself.”

Apparently, Harry is a fountain of quotes and useless information.

So, since Harry thinks I am this mega right-winged Christian wacko, I wanted to approach this in a way his simple-mind could understand:

“Reasons to abstain if Jesus is taken out of the equation.”

Sex means different things to different people. To Harry, sex is like a can of Pringles… “Once you pop, the fun don’t stop.” He believes the mind and body are miraculous, and those who “wait” are extreme and ridiculous. Harry’s motto: “Why wait… fornicate!”

All too often, sex doesn’t happen at the right time. It’s too casual. Too easy. Too fleeting. And to some, too insignificant. Sure, your bodies might be in sync, but your mind isn’t. You might be thinking one thing, but know he, or she, is thinking another. In the end, one of you will end up hurt. Has anyone ever told you his or her relationship was saved because “the sex is so great”?

So, here are some good, non-religious, reasons to “Hold out for Mr. Right”:

1. Filtration of Jerks: Early on, any guy that starts throwing down mad game and suggests moving to the bedroom is in it for sex, and sex alone. You might lose the guy if you tell him “No” but do you really want to be with someone who was that impatient with sex?

2. The Pursuit of Happiness: Girls: don’t you want a man to peruse you like Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice?! Their relationship gradually developed over time, as they got to know one another, on a personal rather than an intimate level. “My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” Mr. Darcy’s love was so strong that knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with Ms. Bennett. This proves that his love went beyond the physical. He loved her enough to wait for her. Start your love story off right.

3. Your body will be germ free and you will love it. Let’s look at some stats on STD’s in the U.S. Right now.

  • One in four college students have an STD. That works out to over 50% of our population have an STD at some point in their life.
  • 19 Million new sexually transmitted infections occur each year, most half among 15-to 24-year-olds. 
  • STDs may cause serious, life-threatening complications including cancers, infertility, ectopic pregnancy, spontaneous abortions, stillbirth, low birth weight, neurologic damage, and death.
  • Number of People Affected in U.S.:
  • Chlamydia: 1,244,180 million new cases each year

    Trichomoniasis: 7.4 million new cases each year

    Gonorrhea: 301,174 new cases each year

    Genital Warts (HPV): 6.2 million new cases each year

    Genetial Herpes: 1 million new cases each year

    Hepatitis B: 4,500 new cases each year

    Syphilis: 13,997 new cases each year

    HIV: 1 Million, with as many as 45,000 new AIDS cases each year.

4. The only kind of baby you will have is a food baby; (definition) a person who indulges in a large amount of food which makes their stomach stick out as if they’re prego.

5. It is not true that if you don’t *use* it, you *lose* it.

6. R-E-S-P-E-C-T: Unfortunately, if you ask any guy that has been apart of a one-night stand, he almost never calls a girl back. And whether it’s fair or not, those same guys will lose all respect for you.

7. Lastly, do you want to change your, or your families, life in one moment of passion?

Whenever you find yourself in a sexual situation, ask, “How will I feel when this is over?”

Guys like Harry are going to mock and satirize you in a sarcastic, ‘ironic’ manner. This is a classic example of ‘sour grapes’ because, deep down (immature laughter), Harry is very bitter and jealous that he has totally failed at creating an original identity of his own. Rather than find his identity in Christ, Harry chooses to believe no deities exist and must instead, recycle the used “trends”, or better, the movement and concepts of past generations.

Harry and I will never share the same views, and that makes me very sad, but I will continue to pray for Harry, and those like him.

 

Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is—His good, pleasing and perfect will.” – Romans 12:2

Donald the Dazzler

Merry Christmas friends and family! Christmas is definitely my most favorite time of year. I may or may not have watched every Hallmark, Lifetime and ABCFamily 25 days of Christmas movie this year. I have seen Kevin McCalister set up traps and watch Gangster Johnny give the bad guys to the count of 10 before he pump’s their guts full of lead, more times than I’m comfortable saying. I may consider Buddy the Elf my best friend, but let’s not talk about that. 

Even though those movies rock my socks off, the best part Christmas arrived when my gorgeous sister Hannah finally got in town. 

I’m sure your wondering what in the heck any of this has to do with The Virgin Diaries and I’m getting there, I promise! So, let me start by explaining. I’m the oldest of three sisters. They are my best friends. My life. My heart. And when I’m not around them, it’s almost as if a piece of me is missing. When we were little girls, even though we each had our own room, we would set up camp in the TV room and sleep in there every night. 

*Impressive fact: we can carry legit conversations with each other in our sleep. Jealous?* 

We talk about everything…especially boys. These times are rare now that we’ve all graduated from college. This Christmas in particular, because it’s the last one we will be “The Wilson Girls”, as Ms. Caroline Dee Wilson becomes Mrs. Blake Boyd January 28th. 

So, as we don our footy pajamas: I am Superman (cape and all), Hannah is Kermit and Caroline is Animal, we catch up on the boys from Christmas Past, Present and Future. We look back on the ones we hurt and the ones who hurt us. The huge mistakes and the tiny lazy ones (immature laughter). We started talking about our recent boy “adventures” and it brought forth a guy that has not yet been mentioned in this blog: Donald the Dazzler (I really wanted to say doucher, but since it’s Christmas I decided to stick with the theme). 

**Disclaimer: In no way am I trying to bash any guy out there! I love guys. I’m one of their biggest fans. They’re wonderful. And make my heart beat fast and slow at the same time (please know the reference). And for all you narcissists’ out there: THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOU! This is not about anyone in particular. Back to Donald. 

DONALD THE DAZZLER: He is wonderful. Everything you’ve dreamt about. Loves the Lord with all his heart, but when I won’t spend the night “thing’s just aren’t going to work out, like I thought, between us.”

Donald is a great example of what I like to call a WHEN-WHEN situation. 

  • Girl: When are you going to call? 
  • Donald: When you start putting out.  

Donald is good. Maybe even the best.  He quotes scripture. He has the Bible app on his home screen. He talks long-term. He sets the hook and tricks you into taking the bait (sorry, huge fishing fan). He’s got passion in his pants and he ain’t afraid to show it. He’s sexy and he knows it (he works out). 

When things start out:

  • "You look beautiful." 
  • "I think I have a crush on you."
  •  ”I love ‘us’.” 
  • "This, you and me, (heavy sigh) perfect." 
  • "How did I get so lucky, that you would choose me?" 

As the night progresses: 

  • "You’re so hot." 
  • "I love your body." 
  • "Come closer." 
  • "Just ignore my hand, it has a mind of its own." 
  • "No, no babe, I won’t think any less of you…" 

I don’t think guys understand the temptations are just as hard for girls to resist as guys. We want the same things you want, trust me! But God’s man, or woman, for you will not tempt you like that. They will be willing to wait with you, not on you. And when that awesome day comes, you get to give him or her that special gift with no guilt or remorse. 

Ladies: When you meet this dazzler BRACE YOURSELVES! They are not Edward Cullen. Edward is fictional. God is not. God is Edward times 137 bazillion (if you can even wrap your mind around that)!

And for the ladies, this guy will be better than Edward could ever be (seriously). He is going to love you like Christ loves you. Unconditionally. Forever. Through thick and thin. And yeah, they may not be as eloquent as Edward and say stupid things like:

  • "You have cute sausage fingers." 
  • "I like you with some extra meat on those bones." 
  • "…God love you for trying." 

But that’s why we love them! and that’s why we can wait for that special someone. 

After all, how can we show perfect love until we know perfect love? 

"There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love. We love because he first loved us." 1 John 4:17-18

Entry One

I am an anomaly, a deviation from the norm. I am a 26-year-old virgin. I am beyond proud of my choice and my ability to give the gift, which can only be given once, to one man, one time. I don’t wear a sign for the world to see, I don’t share it with every guy I meet…it is very personal choice between me and the man I have lifted up in prayer since I was a little girl. God’s chosen for me a wonderful man that I will meet in His perfect timing.

However, when the opposite sex discovers my truth, the reactions are often hilarious. It’s not uncommon, when we’re out, for an intoxicated friend of mine to blurt out, “hey, she still has her v-card”, or “can you believe she is still a virgin?” It’s almost like a real life unicorn was walking into a bar when she says stuff like that. And the reactions are as if I have morphed right in front of their eyes.

In a fallen world these are the typical male reactions:

CONAN THE BARBARIAN: This guy is the stud, the man to change my mind. His testosterone flows free and is the irresistible elixir to break my will.

ED THE EGO MAN: This guy takes it personal, like virginity is a personal attack on his life choices. He assumes I, the virgin, am sitting in judgment of his personal choices and immediately picks a fight, while letting me know he is NOT contagious.

HARRY THE HATER: Harry believes that I must be a religious zealot who uses religion as a wall to avoid intimacy. What Harry is unaware of is that, in the limo, between the church and the reception, IT IS ON!

STEVE THE PSYCHIARTRIST: Steve is sure that I have buried sexual hang-ups that I cannot or will not face, because who in their right mind (and in the 21st century) would choose to wait.

KYLE THE CONFSUED: Kyle’s comment basically says it all….”I just don’t get it, you’re not ugly….”

PAUL THE PATRONIZER: This is the guy who comes across super sweet, treating girls with an apparent kindness, but reveals his true colors when his sense of ‘superiority’ comes out when he asks “So, sweetie, what IS wrong with you?”

The “endings” have become as predictable as the sunrise…

CONAN: “You just haven’t met a real man.”

ED: “Dude, there are a million chicks whose clothes would fall off the second they got a look at all this (while biting his lower lip and attempting to do a sexy body roll).

HARRY:  “God created us as sexual beings, He wants us to ‘love’ each other…that’s what the bible says, right?”

STEVE: “I bet you have daddy issues. Here is my card. I could really help you work through this.”

KYLE: “Hey, I’ll do you.”

PAUL: “Let Papa Paul help you out”. 

I’m rarely surprised by a man’s reaction, but often encouraged by friends and mentors who have regrets of loves lost or wondering what might have been if they hadn’t been “one of the girls that guy slept with.” One of my dearest friends is professing her “revirginization” and declaring she is a “Born Again Virgin”. While I completely respect her decision, and know her heart is pure and in the right place, it is just easier for me to stay a regular virgin.  

You might be surprised to know that I have attended four weddings this year where three of the couples chose to wait until their honeymoon. And in January I have the great honor of standing beside my baby sister, my best friend, as she becomes Mrs. Blake Boyd, who will later that evening, give her husband that gift she saved for him and only him. Where he, in turn, will give her the gift he saved just for her, his bride.

For the record, the temptations are great and are constantly testing me. But I so look forward to the chapter in my life, where it is no longer a temptation…it’s a present! Song of Solomon holds my heart and assures me of the love and intimacy I will one-day share, and that brings the biggest smile to my face.

In the meantime I have met some super attractive guys, but for those of you who “just don’t get it”; you’re not the one for me. I know when I find ‘him’, he will definitely get it….and then some (buh bam!)