Touched for the Very First Time

I had dinner with two of my favorite girl friends a while ago at this hip place in Greenbelt. Over some hot asian fusion cuisine, one of my friends was relating to me and my other friend how she got de-virginized recently. Indeed, the pungency of our meal was not only appropriate, but rather, it served to highlight, if not underscore, the general direction of the discussions for the evening.

First a backgrounder. This virgin friend of ours is no saint. In fact, for those who didn't know her, her demeanor would probably betray her being a woman of the world, i.e., a "woman-on-top" kind of girl. And a "woman-on-top" she was, for she makes no secret of her desires and even dares us to follow her lead. Truly remarkable, I should say, for a woman, whose small-town roots and conservative background serve no more purpose than to remind her to take extra precaution [read: take morning-after pills] during those nights of utter hedonism.

And so she related that she visited this guy, because her "you-know-what" was itching. And itching like hell it was...much like a thousand [in this case 29] year-old virgin rainforest waiting to be discovered by some explorer or conqueror [or to be inhabited by some savage tribe of pygmy headhunters, however unlikely, hehehe]. She asked to be examined, and according to her, she was expertly touched by this explorer, who knew almost immediately that she was still a virgin. In fact, according to our friend, the guy-turned-explorer/conqueror even asked her if she was indeed a virgin. Of course, our friend couldn't lie, lest she be sentenced to eternal damnation for lying.

To make the long story short, our friend still remains a virgin. And her "you-know-what" remains untouched and as pristine as when she was a dalagita/neneng. But, as I mentioned above, our friend has desires, and afraid of new things, she is not. And so though she remains immaculate, and will remain immaculate until the day someone truly claims her, according to her, the guy-turned-explorer/conqueror had different designs. And different indeed, they were, for according to our friend, she was examined, "drilled" and probed in the wrong hole.

With a sneaky smile, our friend could only say, "I felt as though I was raped."

My friend, if it were not for the lack of intent, you really were. :)