She told me. "I'm two weeks away from my 21st birthday and I'm still a virgin. I find that really, really sad. Actually, it's pathetic. I can legally drink but I can't go to a bar and get picked up for a one-night stand because I'm still a goddamn fucking virgin."

"And you don't want to be?" I asked.

"No, I don't," she said, "and haven't for some time."

"So why don't you do something about it?"

"I am."

"What?"

"I'm telling you I'm a virgin and I don't want to be," she said.

"You're telling me this because ...?" I left the sentence open.

She said, bluntly, "I want to have sex."

"You want your cherry popped?"

 

She said flatly, "I want to get fucked."

I laughed, "Is that an offer?" I didn't think it was but I also couldn't figure what else she was getting at.

She said, "Yes, it is."

I still don't think I got it. I hesitated a moment before saying, "You want to have sex ... with me?"

With a level gaze, she looked me in the eyes and, "Yes."

'Why me?'

"I like you and you're here, and we're talking about it, so why not?"

"Wouldn't you rather lose it to someone you really care about?"

"I would, yes, but there isn't anyone and there isn't likely to be anyone anytime soon."

"Why not?"

"Because, as you can see, I'm not very attractive, not the kind of girl guys thinks about when they want to have sex. And I'm not aggressive, either - not a great combination if your goal is to get laid."