It’s been 25 years since I lost my virginity and I have some good news for myself. Apparently, it’s not my fault that it was a pretty crap experience. Nor was it the fault of my hapless but well-meaning partner.
The reason that losing my virginity was so… unsatisfying… is because it was 25 years ago.
If I lost my virginity today, it would be a splendid thing apparently.
People losing their virginity today reportedly have a much better experience than I did. Which wouldn’t be hard. But we’ll get to that shortly.
Here are the important facts:
Researchers questioned more than 5000 people over 23 years.
All of them lost their virginity between 1980 – 2014
In short, both men and women who lost their virginity 25 years ago reported lower levels of pleasure and higher levels of anxiety and guilt.
This makes me happy for this new generation of mad rooters. This is good news. Better sex is always good news.
When I lost my virginity in 1987, I was 16 years old and my boyfriend was the same age. We were in love and had been dating a few months which, in teenage terms meant practically married.
But I was very anxious about sex. The Grim Reaper ad had been released a few months earlier and the world was in the grip of a panic about AIDS which, we were being told, mowed down women, children and grannies indiscriminantly. It was the late 80s and health authorities were desperately (and sensibly) trying to spread the message that AIDS was not just a gay disease.