little miss innocent

Feb 27, 2008 - 10:37 AM PST

What's the big deal about sex? I mean, it's shown on tv all the time and it's like - wow, another sex scene. Big deal. Except, to me? It sort of is... A big deal. I have claimed myself to be "little miss innocent" because I am such a novice in the game of life. I can be a huge flirt, but it doesn't usually pull through. I did have one person who told me that when I discover sex, or whatever less-than-eloquent phrase he used, I will be ravenous for it. But I don't know. Aside from him, a smoker which was the biggest turn off, there have been few guys that I've seen look at me with interest. There was one. We worked together and Izzy would look at me with such intensity that I was on fire. But then he left. I think there may be something about Latino guys because he was Latino and then another Latino guy seemed to like me too.
To quote MSCL, sex is just something that people have, like a rash, or a rottweiler. I'm just not one of those people. I remember in high school or college sitting on a comfy chair in my friend Erika's basement. She and my (only) ex-boyfriend John were sitting on the couch. Later on, Erika and I discussed the difference between couch people and chair people and chair meant virgin whereas couch meant having sex. We would talk about people being couch people or chair people when we referred to them in public. It was a secret code, but it was easier than saying that I'm perpetually single and a virgin. Will I ever be on the couch (how much the terms make sense...)? I hope so. Soon? Probably not. Erika and John later got married.
I think I got the name "little miss innocent" freshman year of college when Val needed advice on seducing her boyfriend and came to my dormroom. Kristie gave her the advice on condoms, even supplied her with them (different sizes or flavors, etc), whereas I listened to her ideas of what she would do and told her how not to burn the house down based on her plan. Val had planned to take me out clubbing but I didn't have any clothes for it and always chickened out. And then I transferred schools and came home and never had the chance. It's a different experience living in a dorm and commuting. There's not as much of a connection when you commute.
I'll probably always be little miss innocent... though I hope to break out and do something different. I'd love to know if Thom was right. Will I really become ravenous?