...who can't get a date. Where is this coming from and what does it have to do with religion? Well, the other night, I overheard a lovely young man talking about how he just can't seem to turn himself on anymore. And I thought well that's cool, since you're not supposed to be turning yourself on. That's my job! It says in the Bible that your "stuff" belongs to someone else anyway...that is, your future mate. So hands off...give it a rest already! You're supposed to be saving it for someone special. It's meant to be something special...something shared. What's there to share if it's not so special...if it's all used up? Just so you know where I'm coming from...I've been celebate for going on 5 years (except for one very hideous drunken mistake that lasted for about 5 minutes)...and I haven't masturbated for at least a couple of years...2 or 3 maybe. Except for this one time about a year ago or so...funny, funny stuff...I had someone on my mind alot, and these thoughts of him got me all worked up. So I decided to relieve some tension, and it was like... wiggle, wiggle, BOOM! It lasted for all of 2 seconds I swear, and I cracked up laughing at myself, and reaffirmed that yea, that's just a waste of time...even if it's just 2 seconds...lmao. Back in the day, I used to do it alot. Especially after I stopped having sex with other people. But it got to the point where I had a negative association with it. The thoughts that would go through my mind while doing it were not what I would consider to be "pure" or "positive" in any way. And logic told me that if I wasn't willing to settle for the wrong man, then I wasn't willing to settle for my finger or some lifeless and cold plastic implement either. It just wasn't satisfying anymore...not that it ever really was. So now, and for years now, I've been saving myself for my future husband. Anyone else out there think that's a good idea? Wiggle, wiggle, BOOM!