Being a virgin at 30: Old-fashioned or virtuous?

Fearing that "a woman in her 30s is already getting old," my friend swore an oath: She absolutely could not "die of old age" without experiencing life.

My close friend, who's almost 30, is frantically searching for a boyfriend before her birthday. Everywhere she goes, she asks people to introduce her to "a good catch." She's not in a hurry to get married; she doesn't have much faith in marriage anyway. For her, a boyfriend is simply someone to... get over 30 and no longer be a virgin.

It sounds ridiculous, but my friend was originally a very introverted girl, reserved about relationships with the opposite sex. This was a consequence of living with an older woman in her 50s who was still a virgin.

Being a virgin at 30 is a "nightmare" for my friend (illustrative image).

Her aunt, though a beauty in her youth, lived a very old-fashioned life. She believed in the saying, "A graceful and virtuous woman is the ideal match for a gentleman," so throughout her youth, she confined herself within high walls, waiting for a "gentleman" to come and propose. But even though she was past marriageable age, no young man had ever managed to cross the threshold of her house.

Then, as time passed, she found herself an unmarried spinster. At that age, the idea of ​​suddenly having a husband made her feel awkward. So, despite her longing, she restrained herself, striving to live a dignified life, true to the name Hạnh (meaning virtuous/virtuous) that her parents had given her.

Typically, unmarried aunts are difficult to deal with, and my friend's life with her aunt wasn't pleasant either. But more dangerously, she was heavily influenced by her aunt's lifestyle and way of thinking.

She plans to find a partner to break her previous "vow" (illustrative image).

At night, no one could persuade her to leave the house, for any reason whatsoever. She had virtually no relationships with the opposite sex, not even the most superficial ones. Despite our repeated advice and attempts to get her to leave, she remained as unyielding as a rock.

Then tragedy struck: my friend's aunt, 53 years old, died suddenly and unexpectedly. Her funeral was sparsely attended, with only a few mournful white wreaths. My friend kept staring at the wreaths, her eyes reflecting a certain unease.

Her aunt had passed away while still a virgin. That, it turned out, wasn't as glorious as she had imagined; on the contrary, it was rather melancholic and tragic.

After that incident, my friend locked herself in her house for a week. We couldn't get in touch with her no matter how hard we tried. Then, suddenly, she appeared at our usual café looking completely different, as if she'd transformed into a different person: daring dresses, fashionable makeup, and incredibly progressive ideas.

It turned out that the death of her virgin aunt had shocked her and made her realize many things. One of those things was youth – the time to love, to be infatuated, and to fall into relationships that could be joyful or painful.

So my friend insisted on finding a boyfriend. For one reason only: "A woman at 30 is already getting old" – she couldn't "die of old age" without experiencing life!

According to Phunuonline