About two years ago, I encountered a conversation that went something like this:
“Oooh, sweet sixteen, and never been kissed,” teased an elderly lady at church.
I laughed, and politely responded, “And I don’t plan on it either, until I’m married that is.”
Another lady chimed in, “Oh, you won’t have to worry about waiting that long.”
I smiled, then said in a more serious tone, “I’m going to make sure I do.”
Two years later, at 18-years-old, I still have never kissed a boy, and I thank my God for this blessing.