A girl recently moved in next door to me. She is tall, thin, blond, an “angelic” face, in her early 20s. Most of the time she has a very friendly, “sweet” demeanor.

She lives with her boyfriend, who, for lack of a better word, is something of a bum. He has a hippie look, long hair, John Lennon glasses, he’s about her age. He’s quiet, not particularly interesting, perhaps slightly above average looking but by no means would he be generally considered handsome. They work together at a grocery store.

I’m in my late 30s. I could imagine my younger self seeing this girl and conjuring all sorts of fantasies about her. I could imagine “falling for her” at first sight. My younger self wouldn’t have given much thought to her sexual history, at least not initially. After all, isn’t it just a given that we all have a sexual history. Who am I to judge anyway? I may have been curious, I may have have even felt a bit of jealousy about her past, but I wouldn’t have let it stop me from wanting to be with her, I would’ve plowed ahead, heedless of her past.

Today, I wonder, how many boyfriends has she had? How many has she lived with? How many one night stands? How many orbiters? And I think to myself: why would I want to be her next failed relationship? She is next door getting her back blown out by one in a string of loser boyfriends, and I just think: why would I want to be next in line? I can’t even imagine falling in love with her. Mind you, I don’t think she’s a bad person, she’s just a typical American girl. But any possibility of a “future” with her is an absurd impossibility in my mind. I’m a generally liberal person, a bit of a rogue and a rake in my past, but, I dare say it: she has been ruined. I’m not traditionalist at all, but she has been ruined.

I think the notion that only a virgin is worth even attempting to spend a lifetime with has a great deal of wisdom in it. It would be impossible for me to feel any kind of devotion to a girl who has been run through. I can lust after her, I can see her humanity, but I could not dedicate my life to her, make sacrifices for her. She is a fallen woman. The wisdom of the ages sounds radical today, but the wisdom of the ages tells me that fallen women are not “wife material”.

And today they are all fallen women.

This is not to suggest that marrying a virgin was ever a good idea—I’m not saying the fairy tale ever existed. But marrying a virgin in a traditional society is at least conceivable to me. I could imagine my current self doing it. Marrying a modern thot is inconceivable to me. Marrying a thot is an absurd anachronism.