“Spring Fling.” Such telling words? During the sultry early-summer day I contemplated the issue of virginity. If you are a girl about to graduate from university, and you have not had that first ’struggle between the sheets’ with a mimbo, wanker, pimp, or ever-elusive prince, then should you keep waiting? Should you hold out for the ideal romantic scenario to emerge? Or should you merely turn to a guy friend, or the local man at the wine shop, and move from virginity to…well, post-virginity?

“To lose one’s virginity” has always struck me as a problematic expression. What is lost? For me, the only thing that was lost when I lost my virginity was the battery on my boyfriend’s parents’ Volvo. There is an irrational sense that this event is a “rite of passage.” But sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. And sometimes a Bat Mitzvah is just an awkward thirteen-year-old girl receiving too many over-priced Tiffany heart tag necklaces. And sometimes even Volvos run out of batteries.

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