if you're female, you're left with pretty mixed feelings and thankfully for the male counterpart, with nothing to compare it to.
And this is why as a male it is wise to kill and bury in your garden the partners you had for your first experiences. Don't let them have a chance for comparisons until you at least learn to aim. Learning to... urrr...
be zen helps too. Don't give them the chance to tittle-tattle with their friends, or the whole crop could wither away!
My first sexual partner is a living testimony of my clumsiness back then. And I can't exactly... err... give her an update. Well, theoretically I could, but she really didn't age that well... (as in, the body aged too much, the mind didn't age, like, at all... thanks Eternal Love for existing only in cartoons and dumbass movies, thanks!)
Anyway, yup, I do look at women differently whether they say they are virgins or not. Usually, if they say they are, I call the whitecoats from the nearest nuthouse or the clowns from the nearest circus, depending if they are virgins because an invisible friend from the heavens told them to stay so or because they have three eyes, one breast and two beards.
When I was in my early teens, in the middle of the hormones storm, I'd probably have hit even a hole in the wall (might be the reason I loved Pink Floyd?), so no, I guess I wasn't really discriminating in my fantasies. If anything, I was already suffering from the typically male opposite fetish: if they are virgins they're hotter because
I don't have to be compared to anyone, so even if I suck I'll get away with it they are pure and pristine like princesses and so will be our love. Then again, I lost my virginity (
lost... not that I would like to have it back... and I'm in that half of the human species that doesn't even
bleed) at around 15 (I don't even remember exactly how old I was... so much for the life turning value) so who knows how it would have been if I kept going at it for a while... I could have become famous as the man with the strongest right arm and skinnier left arm in the world, for instance.
Now that I'm older I guess the fetishist appeal is that
I am a man, they are objects I own and I don't like second-hand products a younger, inexperienced girl looks sweet and sparks a bit of
pedobear fatherly instincts. Yeah, right, you know, whatever doesn't get you found guilty in court, I guess...
What really is interesting is if and when you look at a woman differently whether she already had sex
with you or not. Especially when she remembers it and you don't. But that's another story...
Oh, right. 29 (since last year, and it will remain 29 FOOORRRRREVER!)/male (but I find it funny to dress as a woman, and I pull it off rather nicely. Does it count?)/I'm still innocent at heart. My lawyers ensure so.