God knows why I got involved with you: You, a conservative missionary kid, and me, a die-hard liberal with no religious background. Considering your strict Christian beliefs and my hedonistic ones, we should have stopped before we started. I did my best to respect your beliefs and enjoy myself within the limits you set for us. Believe it or not, I didn't need to sleep with you to have fun. If all I'd wanted was a fuck, I would have sought it elsewhere.

However, my beliefs regarding sex are not at issue here, YOURS are. I don't regret giving you your first b.j., being the first girl you went down on, or any other physically intimate thing we did. The act of sex never had to be an issue; I can handle you wanting to save yourself for marriage. What I can't handle is you telling me what we were doing was wrong, and then asking to sleep over! That puts ME in the position of telling YOU that we can't have sex! And that's FUCKED UP. You tried to make me responsible for upholding your beliefs, therefore making me implicit in your guilt. It can't work like that.

So here we are. You say you love me, and you know I care, despite all the shit you put me through. I'm sorry you violated your beliefs to be with me, but I can't help you with that. And by the way: That last time, when you just wanted to "put it in for a second" -- that was sex. So what are you going to do now?

-- Anonymous