I am a virgin. I learned long ago to keep it to myself - and I mean not just in society at large but in the church!
I have been in ministry in two denominations. I wanted to serve the Lord from age five.
The Church Girls I knew - in the congregation or at the private (so-called) Christian school - wanted Bad Boys or Success Objects, not a sincere man of faith.
Am I bitter at times? You bet.
The worst thing is that “Christian” women assume I am either a serial fornicator or a homoerotic male. No one assumes that I, a devout Christian, am merely chaste because none of their fellow females wanted me for a husband (although they used, before I stopped playing their game, to love having me as a trusted friend - more trusted than their lovers.)
The sick truth is that, in modern Churchianity, it is regarded as more embarrassing and unseemly to come out as a virginal male than as a homoerotic male.
I sometimes fantasize about showing up at church with a silk-screened shirt: Warning! Adult Male Virgin! Approach At Own Risk!
There is nothing wrong with you.
God bless you Pastor, you’re just the kind of man I’m looking for. Good, chaste, God fearing Christian men are very difficult to find these days.