Introduction to an Anxious White Virgin

Well hello there.

I know what you must be thinking -- but you're wrong -- well, maybe you are wrong -- I'm not clairvoyant -- Just anxious.

Let me start by saying that the title of my Blog was created almost 7 years ago when I was in my undergraduate program.  The class had something to do communication, and the assignment was to write and maintain a blog for the length of the semester. The blog could be about anything we wanted, and at the end of the semester, the whole class would vote on which one they thought was the best/most creative/most likely to succeed.  Our professor encouraged us to write about whatever it was that interested us the most -- so naturally I chose myself.

Really what it came down to was that I doubted my ability to write about literally anything else consistently for an entire semester.  But more than that, I can honestly tell you that my life reads better than fiction. 

You've heard of Murphy's Law right?

This pretty much sums it up.

Want an example?

I love Disneyland -- Like LOVE Disneyland, but every time I go to Disneyland someone I love dies. Legitimately dies. You would think with such a track record that a mindful human would ....oh I don't know...STOP GOING TO DISNEYLAND -- But I am neither mindful nor human (so far as I can tell). 

That's not entirely true actually.....

There was this ONE time that I went to Disneyland and nobody I loved died.  Instead, the universe thought it would be funny to have me run into my ex who broke my heart when he ended our 4  year relationship less than a year earlier because I didn't want children, even though I told him from the get go that I didn't want children, and he said that he was totally cool with that, and then less than a month after he breaks up with me I get a phone call from my Mother informing me that he is engaged to another girl that he had known for less than 3 months.

Did I mention I hadn't see him since we broke up?

Did I mention he was with his new wife?

Did I mention I was all alone because everyone else in my group was in line for the new Cars ride?

It was magical.

So someone did die that day -- Me -- on the inside. 

But I digress.

If you are wondering if I won for best blog at the end of the semester, the answer is obviously no (see above law). The blog that won was sports related...because apparently sports are a thing and people like them. I did however receive a consolation prize for Best Blog Title, which essentially amounted to 20 extra credit points, and all of the sideways glances. 

But even though the class didn't recognize my potential, the people seemed to enjoy the textual carnage,  and so I decided to keep it going.  Honestly, I think it was more for me than anything else -- but I figured....Hell, if other people find my made-for-TV-movie-train-wreck-of-a-life interesting, then why not share?

Of course, it's not just MY stories, it's your stories too. I am a collector of people and their stories. I know some people are into travel, or being outdoors, or science, or politics, but I am a lifelong student of the subject of Human Behavior. Why we do the things we do, what really motivates us, and what it all points to. 

So now here I am -- and there you are -- and I have so many stories to share with you.  Not just stories though, I also have thoughts -- lots of em. Some of those thoughts are well formed, and others come directly from my ass. Either way, they are to be taken with a grain of salt, and strictly for entertainment purposes only.  If you take something deeper or meaningful away, all the better.

But who am I? And why did I choose The Anxious White Virgin as my nomenclature?

Well....I'm anxious....I am white....and as for the rest....a lady never tells.

 I mean...it is possible that I grew up very religious (and sexually awkward) (and quite possibly autistic), and I didn't "know a man" until I was 30 years old. 

I mean, I can neither confirm nor deny that when it comes to the world of human sexuality I am both obsessed and entirely apathetic. I'm not saying that I have read ever book on human sexuality I can get my hands on, and yet still somehow fail when it comes to the "hands on" experience.  

Don't misunderstand, it's not like I don't have options....Apparently being a quirky red-headed woman who looks more like a cartoon character than an actual person kinda "does it" for a lot of guys (and girls).  However, it takes two to tango, and it would appear that I suck at dancing. 

I realize that is pretty vague, but I can't tell you all of my horror stories in the first post right?

So what do you think? Are you intrigued? Bored? Hungry? Gassy? It's gas isn't it? 

Nah....this'll be great.