I hung on to my virginity for a long, long time. I was twenty years old before I finally gave it up, while my first two years of college flew by in a flurry of all my other friends waking up next to their drunken bad decisions from the night before. That was never me. I was the nerdy one, the one with perfect grades, with glasses, with this awkward sense of humor that was amusing enough to listen to, but nothing that would ever put me in the category of the girls I called my friends. As the black sheep, I stood aside and secretly envied their power. For centuries, men have succumbed to this wicked black magic, the magic of seduction. We as women, hold a very useful, and dangerous tool in our hands, and when put to use at our disposal can either make or break the person we have turned it on. What a cruel ability we were graced with. After my first year, I left the university I had been attending and transferred somewhere local, temporarily moving back home where I could be of more use and actually get a job to help pay all of these goddamned bills that kept piling up around me. Through my old roommate, I met her boyfriend's best friend, a kid I'd never known about, even though we lived in the same small town in bumfuck nowhere, North Carolina. We hit it off right away, and before long, for the first time, I found myself totally smitten, ass over ankles in LOVE with this boy, even though his background had some baggage, and due to his financial situation, living in a pretty shitty neighborhood. Nevertheless, I wanted him and that was just it. It was a Disney movie ending in a fairy tale trailer park. About two months after we started dating, I finally decided that the time had come. I was in love, and that was the promise I had made to myself about having sex. If I wasn't in love with the boy, he wasn't getting the nookie. Simple. The night we had sex, after I got over the mind numbing vaginal pain, I felt a change in me that had nothing to do with my brutally torn hymen. For the first time, I felt this power that my friends enjoyed, the power of seduction, the ability to use my body as a bargaining tool. Don't look at the screen like that, you bitch. Every last one of us does it. Whether its flirting your way out of a ticket, scoring a free drink at the bar, or generally getting your way, we all use our bodies at one point or another to do what we have to do. After that, this power surge began to take hold. The better I got to know him, the more I loved him, and the more I loved him, the more apt I became at getting him off. I learned how to be physically flexible, I learned how to do things with my tongue that no one really OUGHT to know how to do. I could have him panting at me in a matter of seconds if I really wanted to. With the right look, his pants would be down, and I was free to have my way with him. It's a real fucking shame that it took me two decades to figure out that I, as a woman, was born with this power. I had the ability all along to have this effect on a man, but the fact that I am in love with him makes his reaction all the more satisfying. When we walk into a store, and a hot girl walks past, he is looking me in the eye. Knowing that he sees me, knowing that I am the only one to pleasure him in that way, and knowing that I even can is the most satisfying thing I have ever experienced in my entire life. This power is delicious. Better than the last Reeses in the cabinet when you are PMSing and ready to level a midwestern state out of the pure rage you feel that time of the month. Girls, this is a powerful, dark ability we have. We need to use it with caution to preserve its effect.