It may be worth noting that, for what feels like the first time in my life, I had a win this past Sunday (26th August 2018). You may be wondering why I would want to be so specific on the date... well, isn't that how you keep track of personal milestones?
I can already hear certain guys in my life if I were to tell them... "what a softie", "you gotta take what you want", "think about yourself, bro".
I made the night about her, and I am so profoundly glad that I did. I'm sure she feels the same, too. Not bad for a first time, especially in 28 years. It's never particularly bothered me that I am a virgin, because sex never is or was my goal. So it doesn't surprise me that at the conclusion of my experience I am still *technically* a virgin, and proud of it.
It's experiences like these that make life worth living. Now I just need to get a life.
On a related, abstract note, this is a special case of the general notion that focusing on the equality of the sexes, and the well-being of women in particular (due to the many centuries of female disenfranchisement), is actually better for everyone in the long run.
