Me: "What part of 'waiting for love' are you missing, here?"
Friend: "I know, I know, but I'm just saying...you could do pretty well selling it, probably."
Me: "You're seriously making my hair hurt."
Friend: "You know Millionaire Man? He would've kept you, probably. He wanted to buy you stuff, take you places. He would've been good, too...you know what I mean. He'd know what he was doing, no question. He so wanted you. I would've been all over that."
Me: "Exactly what I've waited my whole life to be--a kept woman."
Friend: "I'm just saying it's an option."
Me: "No, darlin', it's not an option for me."
Friend: "I'd want to sell it."
Me, laughing: "Well, that's you...not me."
Friend: "I know, I know...you damn angel."
She meant well, I'm sure, but to me, selling my virginity is akin to prostitution. Not much difference there, at least not to me: money for sex. It would go completely against my beliefs, my desires, my dreams...everything. I've read the articles about some women here in the US and in Europe offering their virginity to the highest bidder. Bidding for one very public virgin reached $3.7 million, supposedly.
Call me crazy if you like, but no amount of money is worth compromising my soul. To each his/her own, but I don't put a price on the person I am; I don't put a price on my heart. That's just me.