Editor’s Note: This letter was written in response to the recent addition of a sex and relationship column to the opinion section of The Reflector.
I’ve never had sex, and I’ve never regretted it — 20 years of no more than kissing. I can testify it is awesome, and I am proud of it. I will never have to worry about STDs, unexpected children or “emotional baggage.”
To top those, I can go to bed on the night of my honeymoon (God willing I have one) and be able to honestly say I’ve never given myself away to anyone. I’m all his. I will have no one to compare my husband to in this arena. Therefore, he will always be the best. No competition. He wins. I will award the prize to no one else. I know that choosing to maintain sexual purity outside the covenant of marriage is one of the best decisions I will ever make.
The decision for purity is like choosing a legitimate theme park over pathetic fairs. I could spend my money on little dinky carnivals with creepy employees and sketchy rides. I could ride those same rides over and over, and have loads of fun, but it would only last while the carnival was in town. I’d know I was missing out on something better. I’d rather save that money and have a season pass to Disney every year, where Mickey is my best friend and I can trust and enjoy all the park has to offer.
I’m not saying Disney or sex within marriage is perfect. Nothing earthly is perfect. But there are always better choices than others. Why would anyone choose the counterfeit over the real deal? Only one is actually worth something.
Anything in life worth having is worth waiting for. That doesn’t always seem like the “most fun” idea, but we all know it’s true.
I would like to counter the opinion that one night stands and the like are wonderful because you are “risking your reputation, throwing caution to the wind and liberating yourself from the repression of cultural norms.” This is misguided. I could say those three things about murder if I wanted. Does that make murder a good idea?
Sex outside of marriage is like eating Ramen noodles every night. Sure, in the beginning it seems great – it’s cheap, easily accessible and there are several flavor choices. But after awhile, you really can’t tell the difference between the chicken or the shrimp, you risk getting a disease from the lack of nutrition, and your friends notice you’ve suddenly gotten fat. You might try to add some more exciting ingredients, but the fact is you’re still eating some cruddy stuff. Instead, you can prepare for some real slow-cooked meals that really fill you up and keep you pleased. They’re more expensive and take some patience, but like I said, it’s worth it. Roast or Ramen?
If you’re one of the roasters, you’re in for the meal of your life. I’m proof life before marriage is perfectly bearable without sex; you’re not the only virgin on this campus. There is no law against such things as self-control, patience and faithfulness.
Ladies, don’t you want to be desired solely?  Gentlemen, don’t you want to be the only one who can satisfy your lady? Deny it all you want, but you know that’s what you long for. One relationship. One commitment. One flesh. I cannot think of anything sexier than that.