DEAR DR. NERDLOVE: I’m 18, not currently in a relationship and still a virgin. Throughout my high school years, I constantly heard my peers talk about their sex life, the guys they’re dating and more (which was ironic because I went to a very ‘traditional’ Christian high school. I’ve never felt ‘attracted’ to anyone sexually before and now that I think about, I’ve never really felt romantically attracted to anyone either. I was never the one being asked out on a date (privately or publicly).
To be fair, I’m not exactly attractive – I’ve never been attractive even when I tried, nor am I very intelligent (In school my marks averaged around Cs – As.) While I was never jealous of WHO my peers were dating, I was incredibly jealous of what they were doing. Having cute dates, the fun, the sex and a companion.
I have tried dating and all of my attempts either ended up horribly or didn’t go anywhere at all. It’s not like I don’t want sex It’s that I’ve never seem to find the right situation for it. I’m not looking for constant hookups – that life is just not for me, but sex every now and then sounds fun. I don’t want to wait for marriage either, I mean unless my partner is a virgin too because then by all means why not, because then we get to explore it together instead of just showing the other person what sex is like.
TL;DR: I’m 18 and a virgin, incredibly ashamed about it even though I want to experience it before marriage since I want sex between me and a partner to feel more than them just teaching me what sex is like.
Family Disappointment
DEAR FAMILY DISAPPOINTMENT: Oh man, FD, you are so very young. Don’t get me wrong, this isn’t a judgement on you, but a simple observation: you’re making a lot of assumptions and proclamations based on so very little experience and insight and it’s reminding me of how certain I was about the world at that age. More importantly, it’s a reminder of how very WRONG I was about how the world worked. And not to put too fine a point on it… you’re wrong in very similar ways.
Specifically, you’re running yourself down and denigrating yourself and you are absolutely wrong on all of it. To start with, grades aren’t a measure of intelligence, grades are a measure of how well you do in classes and tests. Some of the smartest people I know – people who are literal geniuses and, in many cases, credentialed experts in their fields – got horrible grades. Some were neurodivergent and didn’t do well in traditional classroom environments, some had test anxiety, some had personality clashes with their teachers and some were just bored.
But even allowing for all that, getting a range of C’s to A’s doesn’t imply that you’re not intelligent; if anything, it suggests you’re above average. But even if you were dead bang in the median, that’s not bad; it means that you are in the majority. You don’t need to be exceptionally smart to date, have sex, get married or have any kind of relationship you might want – stupid people do all of the above, all the time. Beating yourself up for not being Stephen Hawking is just a pointless exercise in self-abuse… and not the fun kind.
I’m also going to cock a skeptical eyebrow at your being unattractive. People, especially in their teen years, are notoriously bad at gauging their own attractiveness; more often than not, they’re comparing themselves to someone who is professionally hot and then blaming themselves for not measuring up. If I had a nickel for every time I heard from someone who would swear that they looked like the bastard child of a Muppet and the Toxic Avenger and they turned out to need a better haircut and a skin care regimen, I would be swimming through my money bin like Scrooge Mc-f--king Duck.
I’m also going to let you in on a secret: your peers are almost certainly NOT having all that sex they’re telling you about. If they’re not rounding up things significantly, they’re outright lying, making it up out of whole cloth. In fact, the vast majority of your peers are not having sex. At all. Teenagers (and teenage boys in particular), however, are prone to lying about sex, because they want to come across as cool and special. They want the status and social benefits from their peers that they think comes with having sex, and so they just make s--t up.
But here’s the thing: the fact that you’re a virgin doesn’t matter. Being a virgin says literally nothing about you except that you haven’t had a particular experience yet. That’s it. Nothing about you being any better or worse than anyone else, nothing about being more desirable or less worthy, nothing about being more or less manly, mature or quite literally anything aside from Tab A has not gone into (or up against or between or…) Tab B. And quite frankly, this is something that you didn’t even care about until very recently. This was a non-issue for you before you were basically told to feel bad about it. This is more than a little like not being interested in soccer until two weeks ago and then being upset you haven’t been drafted to a pro team yet.
More importantly however, you’ve got a distorted about how sex works in a relationship. You’re assuming that you’re going to be the ‘lesser’ partner if you haven’t had sex based on nothing but your own supposition and schoolyard gossip. The reality is significantly different.
I mean, let’s start with the fact that you’re assuming that someone “showing you what sex is like” is a negative and not an incredibly common fantasy. There are a hell of a lot of people who love the idea of showing someone the ropes; there’s a reason why “Mrs. Robinson” still exists as a point of reference. But even if it’s not someone’s particular fantasy or fetish, there’re far more people who are entirely cool with being their partner’s first, rather than turned off or repulsed by it. Many, if not most, are neutral at worst about it.
But there’s also this idea that someone else being experienced means that they aren’t also learning what sex is like with someone new. Having sex with someone for the first time – whether you have never so much as held hands with someone or you’ve been putting up Wilt Chamberlin numbers – is always an exploration with them. You are both learning about one another: what you like, what they like, what works for you, what works for them, what absolutely doesn’t work and makes your skin crawl, what you might try and what you might need a few tequila wallbangers before being brave enough to attempt.
It’s going to be an exploration, because sex with each person is going to be different, because each person you’re having sex with will be different. What one makes one person start hitting high notes like an opera singer will make another person climb a wall and start hissing like a vampire confronted with a crucifix. The trick you know that made one person orgasm so hard they touch the face of God will make another person swear off human contact for months. Why? Because there’s no universal technique, no Dim (Petit) Mak that works on everyone. People aren’t robots or computer programs where the same inputs will get the same results. Everyone has their own little quirks, anatomical variations, fetishes, hard no’s and absolute requirements, and no two are going to be exactly alike. Think of snowflakes, but ones made of clitorises, penises, vulvas, anuses, nipples, nerve clusters and energy meridians.
And then get another tequila wallbanger to try to wash the mental image out of your brain.
The point is that sex is as much in the brain as in the body. What makes sex good isn’t just knowing how to do the Swirly-Go-Round, the Transylvanian Twist or the Rusty Venture, it’s about connecting and communicating with your partner. It’s as much in the trust and security you feel with one another as it is in knowing how much pressure to apply and where.
Numbers don’t tell the complete story, in no small part because quantity doesn’t imply quality. A person who has slept with hundreds of people can still suck in bed, because they’re a selfish pork-face who’s functionally just masturbating using another person. Meanwhile, a person who has never done more than getting an underwater squeezer at Wasaga Beach can be the Orgasm King of Ontario because they’ve got hands, a tongue and a can-do attitude and they’re willing to listen to their partner without letting their ego get in the way.
All of which brings us back to the fact that you’re so very young, and this is the problem. You’re running yourself down based on nothing – no true experience, no true basis of comparison and just a lot of assumptions. The only purpose that any of this is serving is to make you feel bad about yourself for absolutely no reason. You’ve convinced yourself that there’s something shameful about you when there isn’t. The only thing your outlook is doing is serving to demotivate you and leave you feeling deficient and you are not.
Well, I’m here from the future to tell you: you are fine. You aren’t falling behind, you’re not a loser, you’re not doomed and you certainly aren’t freakish or weird, ugly or stupid. You’re an 18-year-old with a riot of hormones surging through your body, trying to establish yourself as more than just the son of your parents and no experience in the world yet… the latest in a long and glorious lineage of everyone who has been 18 in the past or will be 18 in the future.
You are fine. S--t’s chaotic and scary and it feels like you don’t know things you should. I know, because I’ve been there, as have everyone who read this. Everyone feels like that, because life doesn’t have dress rehearsals or scripts. Everyone – including your parents – knows that we’re all just improvising as best we can.
You are fine.
You have nothing to feel ashamed of, nothing to apologize for and nothing to make up for. Don’t worry about what you haven’t done, don’t worry about how old you will be when you’ve done it. It will all sort itself out. The only thing you need to do is to do your best to live a good life… whatever that looks like to you.
You’ve got this. I promise.
All will be well.
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