Well now, I'm a virgin still. I'm well over 20, and I don't really care.
In part, it's because I haven't (really, I'm not kidding or trying to sound like a prude or something) found anybody I'd want to do it with. That, I guess, relates to the fact that I have a hard time opening to anyone in any way, so to speak. Sex, to me, seems like something where you really can't keep to yourself. So I can't, and really don't want to, even consider something like a "bit of fun" for a night, it just seems horribly impossible for me.
If it ever happens, it needs, simply to work, to be with a person I feel comfortable with and actually, really trust. I'm going to be stiff (har har har, yeah, no), nervous and more than likely a bit nauseous, so some random pretty face just wouldn't work.
That, and as naive and stupid as this may sound, I really don't see the point of sex for the sake of sex. It should be something more, a consequence and not a goal. Even if I managed to make it work with someone inconsequential, I think I'd just feel emptier afterwards. It would be meaningless. I don't want meaningless.
Shit, I dunno, I'm sounding like a wuss I'm sure, but I really can't see sex being so goddamn incredible no matter who it's with. I mean, I have two hands, here, and a lot of stimulation material if I feel like looking at any. I really don't think adding another warm body to the mix is going to make everything so goddamn incredible. That another warm body needs to be someone.
So, in short, I think sex shouldn't just be about sex. If that makes any sense.