I may seem like your typical 22-year-old woman just trying to make it in New York. I love brunching with my girls and I watch way too much Netflix. I have a loving family and a wonderful career. But there's one thing about me that's anything but typical: I have never been to Taco Bell, and I've made a promise to wait until marriage to finally try it.
First off, let's get something straight: it's not like I think you're a bad person if you don't save yourself. Lots of my friends have been eating Taco Bell for years, and just because my personal values don't align with theirs doesn't mean they're inherently sinful. It's my choice, and I'm not judging you or anyone, OK?
I'm not going to lie, it's certainly complicated dating. A lot of men don't want to date a grown woman who's never eaten at Taco Bell. They think I'm a prude, and that I'll become clingy if I let them swipe my t-card. But in a way, my abstinence has been an asset in weeding out the men who are only interested in taking me to Taco Bell and nothing more. I deserve someone who's still going to be there in the morning—and not just for an A.M. Crunchwrap.
Is it hard to avoid temptation? Of course! I'm only human. I have needs. And it's hard to remain chaste, especially when society and the media surround us with constant, graphic images of Taco Bell. It's no wonder we've become so desensitized.
WARNING: Graphic image.
And I mean, I'm no saint. I've experimented with Chipotle a few more times than a proper lady should divulge, and one time I even went to Moe's Southwest. I know it's problematic, but I don't count it. It's 2015, who hasn't been to Moe's? Girl's gotta eat.
My first Taco Bell experience is a precious gift I will give to my husband on our wedding night. When I finally pledge my heart to his, I want him to know that I've waited all these years to go to Taco Bell with him, and him alone. I want to fully savor my Cheesy Gordita Crunch knowing how special and long-awaited that one singular gordita is. Staring into my betrothed's eyes, I want to watch him drown his Chalupa Supreme in Verde Salsa and indulge in that carnal pleasure for the very first time. I know we will remember this night for the rest of our lives.
I don't want to ruin the sacredness of my first time by indulging in an Enchirito with the wrong man. I refuse to compromise my values, and I will not stumble down a path of impurity. Call me old-fashioned, but I know Taco Bell is worth waiting for.