The Virgin Whore

There was a quote about this, something about men wanting a virgin whore, I can't find the damn quote (google you fall my hand o). You know how 'cool intellectual' quotes somehow make a blog look more, well cool, especially when italicced.

I strongly believe that whoever came up with that quote is someone who knows me very well, either that or I have a creative stalker, whichever. The point I'm getting at is that I could go on and on about how I refuse to lose my virginity until I get married, argue endlessly in debates over the topic, shit, I even have a book coming out about it, I kid I kid but the constant circle of thoughts within my mind are a complete contrast to my rants. I can honestly hold my head up high and say that I think about sex daily, it's like an everlasting drug (body no be wood biko). Heck, I probably know a damn load more about the thing than those who have indulged in the popping of cherries and yet, I may sometimes come across as a clueless virgin, sometimes.

I must sound confused. Do I sound confused?

I am an observer, skilled if I might say so myself, seeing but never actually doing, not until the 'right' time anyway.