Diary of an Old Virgin: A True Story

By J. Elaine Gilmour

Incredible sex? Hardly, but that is open for discussion. I am a real female boomer virgin. I was the original child who slaved for a useless (as far as salary was concerned) BA. Humiliatingly, I ended right back in (reluctant) Dad's basement. All these were accomplished during the reign of the yuppies.

I suffered defeat after bruising defeat. Much to my puzzlement, enduring college gave me a life-long dedication. Sometimes, unrewarded suffering may pay its own, unnoticed, dividend.

An unintended attitude became a part of me. Continuous social exclusion forced me to adapt in ways I never saw coming. Sexual innocence, resentment, and mental illness-all coalesced into a stealthy weapon of mass provocation.

Anne Wojcickis of the world, my humble story may bore you. For the rest of us, laudations. Cossacks, you have made it through another day. Please lose yourselves in my confessional autobiography.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Newman Springs Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jul 21, 2021
• ISBN: 9781648015380

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Diary of an Old Virgin

A True Story

J. Elaine Gilmour

Copyright © 2020 J. Elaine Gilmour

All rights reserved

First Edition

NEWMAN SPRINGS PUBLISHING

320 Broad Street

Red Bank, NJ 07701

First originally published by Newman Springs Publishing 2020

ISBN 978-1-64801-537-3 (Paperback)

ISBN 978-1-64801-538-0 (Digital)

Printed in the United States of America

Table of Contents

A Selection of Some Memories

Ponderings and Reflections

Being an Old Virgin Woman Today

Legal Prostitution

Sex Toys and Aids

More Rumination on the Wife and Mother

Mermaids

Chapter 1

A Selection of Some Memories

The very first memory I have of me being socially menaced because of my romantic/sexual reluctance took place back while I was in college. It was the fall of 1979. I was striving for a liberal arts degree.

I was quite foolishly obsessing over another woman’s fiancé. At the time, he appeared to be a great catch. Boy, was I an idiot back then.

I was living in a WWI converted army barracks. I and my fellow dorm dwellers were all strapped for cash. I was under the doltish impression that we all supported each other.

I cannot remember what day of the week it happened on. I cannot remember what time of the evening it took place. For the life of me, I cannot remember the subject of the conversation. What I do remember is how stunned and hurt I was when the unforeseen hostility came my way.

Unfortunately, the two sexual social villains in this reminiscence were my fellow dorm dwellers (our dorm was single sex back then). It was late in the evening; we were all enjoying a good night banter. It had been a laborious day for all of us. All of a sudden, my one friend looked at my other friend in the eye and stated, People who are political are sexually frustrated. She then pointed a finger in my direction and sneered, And she’s political. With that, they both burst into boisterous laughter. I might not have been a physics major, but I was smart enough to know an insult when I heard one. I resigned myself to the put-down.

We are all middle-aged women now. Would you believe we all considered ourselves close friends? We were all just trying to navigate ourselves through our new sexual mores.

This painful recollection happened in later years in college. I was attending school in a predominately WASP state. I was on the phone with a fellow student. There was no such thing as the internet back then. We had never heard of Facebook back then. We were lucky to have computers.

I was talking with an always-horny, always-on-the-make older male acquaintance. I would like to lie to you and tell you that I saw early on what he really was, but I didn’t. When we would try to date, he would leave angry and early.

I cannot remember how it came up. Out of the blue, he snarled at me, "You’re too old to be a virgin. You’re twenty. No one is impressed that you’re such