An Adults Tale

I was in college before I started dating men. I had always wanted to get my education first. I had been afraid that dating men would keep me from concentrating on my studies. I wasVictorianat my high school graduation, and was attending one of the best colleges in the state. I only had a few years left before becoming a doctor.

I was getting older, and was afraid that if I didn't start dating men before long, my age group would limit me to finding a suitable partner. I knew that I was a beautiful woman despite my age, but still for some reason lacked the appropriate skills for finding a date. I was not a very social person other than at work. I just had a hard time getting very personal with anyone. At work, I discussed my interest in dating men with some of my co-workers. They laughed at me and said that they could not believe that I had never been on a date. They said that I was so smart and beautiful that I should not have any problems finding a date. One of my friends knew of a man that was a little older than me, and wanted to introduce me to him. His name was Larry.

Larry also was very intelligent, and was already practicing as apsychiatric at a local clinic. I was a little concerned with the fact that he was in the mental medical field, and hoped that he would not try andanalyzeme to death!

Larry and I met a local coffee shop and started to talk about our past as doctors and that I would soon be practicing within two years. He really was a handsome man. He did however ask me several questions. I felt a little bombarded with answering so many questions. It was funny, because he then asked me if he was asking too many questions. I simply replied "not at all!". Although deep inside, I did feel a bit uneasy about the questions that were being asked.

He asked about my parents, which my parents were heavily into drugs when I was little. I was severely abused as a child, and promised myself that I would never be like them. This was a really tough subject for me to answer, but for some reason I felt comfortable telling him these things. I never told anyone the things that I was telling him!

He began to touch my hand, when I swiftly pulled away. I apologized and said that I wanted to move slow. He told me that I was just so beautiful and smart, that he couldn't help but to make a pass. I just simply blurted out " OK, let's have sex!". He looked at me very strange. I said " no, I am serious". He refused the offer, but agreed to come to my house.

When we got to my house, he began to touch my hand again. He then began to touch my lips and hold me. He said that I didn't need sex, that I just needed someone to hold me. Rather than having sex, Larry just held me all night long. The next morning I asked him why did he just hold me. He proclaimed that my past left me insecure and that I needed moral support.

I dated him for about four years, before we eventually got married. We waited until our wedding night before we both gave each other our virginity.