There are probably a lot more virgins out there than you think! I would say, if I am honest, that between the ages of 12 and 18, i.e. from the time I first began to see men as ‘interesting’

I was a virgin because my parents kept me on a tight leash: school work was more importnat than boyfriends (in fact - I never actually had the opportunity to have a boyfriend)
Aged 19 to 30, it was partly due to a sense of finding my Catholic values; partly down to not wishing to have sex with just anyone - it had to be someone I honestly could picture myself settling down with and partly just lack of opportunity! By 30, I was living in a small town where people tended to marry early, or return to the area aged 35+ with spouse and young family in tow.
It was only really in my mid-late 30s that I began to value my faith more and only after meeting a divorced man with whom I erroneously believed I could marry (due to ineffectual teaching at school and college) that I began to look deeper into my faith and understand what it was all about. Our ‘relationship’ never got beyond platonic, but coming to terms with the fact it could neve be broke my heart.
Aged 40, I realised I was spending more time talking to a man in my social circle who really seemed to understand me and was kind, caring and just lovely! It turned out, he was a virgin too! In his case, it was because he’d never met the right woman - and working long hours in agriculture didn’t help.
We are now engaged and looking forward to a happy life together. I have to admit I was elated when he first mentioned marriage, but after the proposal, terrified doesn’t begin to cover it

To be independent for so long and to have prayed so long and hard for a good husband - and then be faced with one and all the responsibility that brings, I can only describe as like being handed the most precious, fragile, expensive object you can imagine and told, “off you go - it’s yours - careful now

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I was petrified! I was terrified that God must have made a mistake - putting this amazing man in my path. What if I let him down? What if I ruined it all? What if I was deluding myself and he turned out to be a player after all?
A close friend who is genuinely good and holy said something very wise - “just remember, doubts and obstacles can come from The Other Fellow too! The devil hates a happy marriage!”
Over the past few months, I have done the most soul-searching I have ever done and the most praying. It’s only now I can start to relax and accept and appreciate the great gift I have been given. Even now, I sometimes think, “why me? Why has God let me be soooo lucky?” (Interestingly, years ago, I remember reading an interview with a contemplative sister, who said precisely the same thing, when asked if she ever thought ‘why me?’)
We have agreed that we will both be virgins until our wedding night

because why risk tarnishing something that is so special and that we have waited such a long time for?

It would have been so easy to stray though! I honestly don’t believe the Church does nearly enough for single people.