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How to dress like a virgin: Tips from the Virgin Brigade

Before I start my list, a word of advice to all virgins out there: if you dress like a skank it will put you in uncomfortable situations. Your typical guy will be horrified that you don't want to have sex with him. He will be asking himself, "Am I inferior?" You will be horrified that he wants to have sex with you. You will be asking yourself, "Do I LOOK like a skank?" So here are a few basic rules to follow:

1) Clothing should not look like it is painted on, unless it really is painted on.
2) Your hair should never be longer than your dress or skirt. If possible, wear a floor length skirt. If this does not solve your problem, wear your hair up.
3) Wonderbras are up there with immaculate conception. Avoid both if possible.
4) Beware of skorts (AKA skirt/short combos). Although they seem modest, they have a nasty habit of riding up and inadvertently exposing the rear. This can lead to other unpleasant events such as exorcism.
5) You must own a calf length leather jacket. The best time of year to wear this jacket is in the summer. While all the other women are wearing tanktops, you will stand out as the hottest and yet most frigid chick of all.
6) When all else fails, and people still think you're a skank, wear a mumu. Don't forget to wear a slip beacause determined people can see through polyester!

Disclaimer: None of these are guaranteed turn offs. Use your chaste personality to further discourage the typical guy who just won't give up. 

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