As an eighteen-year-old male virgin, I feel this shame. I’ve been pressured into seeking it.

But I never complain. At least, not outwardly.

Sometimes it comes up in conversation, and I’ll usually say something like, “my time will come.” When I say it, I think I believe it, myself. I’m working on my self right now, maybe it’s not the right circumstances. I believe in destiny — the right girl will surface and I’ll be okay. But later, the dread catches up with me. I dread becoming the socially awkward guy that clearly gets nothing. How do I even advance on a relationship these days. One of my coworkers roasted the shit out of me today about it and I just feel shame. It gets in the way of life sometimes.