My Decision
By Nina Kaiser
Dear God,
I’m going to be honest. I still don’t know exactly how I feel about this whole no-sex-before-marriage thing. I’m probably better off than most of the girls at school, and although Mother always says not to compare myself to others, I’m just making a good point here. You can judge us best since you see everything, but just remember that Kendra snuck out during free period to run over to Hawthorne just two blocks down, then came back for AP Calculus with skirt rolled up, lipgloss smeared, hair half out of pony, and shirt untucked and unbottoned enough to see the stupid new hickey from her boy-toy. That’s way worse than me writing the last few spanish vocab words on the inside of my bra so that Sr. Luchini couldn’t call me out for cheating without being perverted.
Ever since Keever brought it up, all I can think about is sex and if it’s really that bad to do before marriage. Hannah and Kyle have been dating two years now and are probably going to get married, so what does it matter if they do it? I guess they’re so bibled-up and youth-groupie that they have the promise rings and everything. We both know there’s no way you could send Hannah to hell- she’s the only one who volunteers to pray at morning assembly!
Last Sunday, though, I had an epiphany. Afterwards, my knees killed- it felt like I was kneeling for hours. Well, it was probably minutes, but all I kept thinking to myself was when is he going to finish? Oh NO, not like that! I mean when I was at church, when the priest took forever blessing your blessed body. You know that I’ve never even gotten that far, especially not after Keever tried to shove his hand down my pants while we were making out, and I accidentally bit his lip.
But back to when I was at church, though. Mother always says “Ask and You Shall Receive,” so I realized I should just ask you to give some reasons to not have sex. The one thing that really makes sense is that My Body = A Temple. It’s kind of like what those girls protesting for Planned Parenthood outside church were saying (“F*** Society! Girls should be able to do what they want with their bodies!”) Right? Mother says feminism is Satan’s work, but I think we both know that they’re onto something. Girls should have sex only if they want to! Then it makes sense because Hannah wants to have sex with Kyle, and Kendra wanted her hicky from Tommy, but I didn’t want Keever’s hands down my pants.
Either way, you should be pleased to know that I’m probably going to end things with Keever any minute now, except I might wait until after homecoming so that I don’t have to go by myself. You probably think that’s bad, but I’m really doing him a favor so that he doesn’t have to go solo.
Amen,
Kayla
Dear God,
I’m going to be honest. I still don’t know exactly how I feel about this whole no-sex-before-marriage thing. I’m probably better off than most of the girls at school, and although Mother always says not to compare myself to others, I’m just making a good point here. You can judge us best since you see everything, but just remember that Kendra snuck out during free period to run over to Hawthorne just two blocks down, then came back for AP Calculus with skirt rolled up, lipgloss smeared, hair half out of pony, and shirt untucked and unbottoned enough to see the stupid new hickey from her boy-toy. That’s way worse than me writing the last few spanish vocab words on the inside of my bra so that Sr. Luchini couldn’t call me out for cheating without being perverted.
Ever since Keever brought it up, all I can think about is sex and if it’s really that bad to do before marriage. Hannah and Kyle have been dating two years now and are probably going to get married, so what does it matter if they do it? I guess they’re so bibled-up and youth-groupie that they have the promise rings and everything. We both know there’s no way you could send Hannah to hell- she’s the only one who volunteers to pray at morning assembly!
Last Sunday, though, I had an epiphany. Afterwards, my knees killed- it felt like I was kneeling for hours. Well, it was probably minutes, but all I kept thinking to myself was when is he going to finish? Oh NO, not like that! I mean when I was at church, when the priest took forever blessing your blessed body. You know that I’ve never even gotten that far, especially not after Keever tried to shove his hand down my pants while we were making out, and I accidentally bit his lip.
But back to when I was at church, though. Mother always says “Ask and You Shall Receive,” so I realized I should just ask you to give some reasons to not have sex. The one thing that really makes sense is that My Body = A Temple. It’s kind of like what those girls protesting for Planned Parenthood outside church were saying (“F*** Society! Girls should be able to do what they want with their bodies!”) Right? Mother says feminism is Satan’s work, but I think we both know that they’re onto something. Girls should have sex only if they want to! Then it makes sense because Hannah wants to have sex with Kyle, and Kendra wanted her hicky from Tommy, but I didn’t want Keever’s hands down my pants.
Either way, you should be pleased to know that I’m probably going to end things with Keever any minute now, except I might wait until after homecoming so that I don’t have to go by myself. You probably think that’s bad, but I’m really doing him a favor so that he doesn’t have to go solo.
Amen,
Kayla