The Virgin Convention met in Las Vegas this year, and my boyfriend, Elvis, showed up. The Post did an article on it, but sadly the online version doesn’t include the picture of Elvis My Boyfriend with one of the virgins (though it does call his rendition of “Viva Las Vegas” “mediocre,” but they’re wrong; he has a good voice). The story itself is fairly amusing, though also a bit frightening. Quotes like this frighten me: “Some people can say on their wedding night that they waited. That's something I'll never get to say. But my theory is to have no regrets, just lessons. I want people to learn from what happened to me. It's like, sex, I've done that, and it sucked.” I’m thinking that that kind of attitude might not be the best way to go to your wedding night. The people profiled in the story also have this belief that Vegas = sex. I don’t deny that Vegas is Sin City, but I equate it more with gambling. True, there are strip shows, etc., but what city doesn’t have those? Vegas, in my mind, is more associated with marriage, actually, than with wanton sex having. In any case, these people seem somewhat delusional. I’m not saying that there’s anything wrong with waiting until marriage. But these people are a bit much. One of the leaders said, “Five kids, two of my sons are doctors. Abstinence works, people. My daughter saved her first kiss for her wedding day. I'm here to tell ya.” I really, really hope that her daughter was just lying to her. I mean, not even kissing until marriage?
Current song in my head:
“Material Girl” by Madonna