I'm going to disclose that I am a virgin, but even if I wasn't a virgin, I wouldn't be ashamed.

Perhaps I should start at the beginning of my thought process. Virginity is a big thing to me, and a lot of that probably has to do with that fact that commitment makes me wary, and togive that part of myself to someone else is a scary thought. I'm not one for regrets, so I want to be absolutely sure that whoever I choose is someone who I would be OK with claiming as my first. However, I recognize that virginity, to some, is just some concept coined to shame girls into thinking that being sexually active before marriage is wrong.

I have a lot of friends who aren't virgins and it's not a big deal. I support my friends and all of their non-destructive decisions. They're happy, and to me, that's the important part. If you enjoy what you're doing, cool, keep doing it. If you're adult enough to handle any [un]foreseeable consequences, then I feel like you should be free to have sex.

Now, do I feel like I'm ready to deal with the potential aftermath? No, not really, but I can also barely keep my bank account above $4.33.

A lot of people ask me if I'm waiting for marriage. Ideally, yeah, that would be cool. But I realize that there are such things as hormones, which only make it more difficult to abstain from pursuing sexual relationships. Even April Kepner couldn't hold out, but I mean, who could blame her?

Woo, the human anatomy!

The number one thing I'm waiting for is to be in love. To feel true, 100 percent, head-over-everything love that reverberates deep within my soul.

It might sound like what I'm waiting for is corny and naive, but I believe that type of love is out there, and I believe it's worth waiting for.