I lost my virginity at the ripe old age of 26.
I’d grown up believing I would save myself for marriage, but I’d left that mindset behind after college, when I quit the evangelical church and started at a mainline Protestant congregation where no one cared if you drank or had sex. After abandoning evangelicalism, it took a while to find the right person with whom to embark on this new adventure. At 26, the idea of sex had developed such an aura of mystery and heat and intoxication for me that I wanted to have it with someone I really liked.
