Hell, I wish that I had fallen in love with Jan in Kindergarten and loved her ever since... that's not the way it worked out, though.
I'll even go you one better. I can think of half a dozen girls from my past that I would rather have lost my virginity to than the one who got it.
I was an idiot though. I had these twisted notions about saving myself for just the 'right' girl, and I kept passing up perfectly nice girls who really liked me because I wasn't positively absolutely that they were the ones I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.
And then one night the last girl in the world I would've ever wanted to marry tripped me and beat me to the floor. Imperfect as she was, she will always occupy a special place in my memory, because she got that damned 'first time' jinx off my back. After that I didn't have to worry about whether the girl would be someone I could spend the rest of my life with... that's an impossible thing to know anyway.
Keep waiting for that bolt of lightning that's going to tell you you've met the perfect girl, Jerrek, and hold on tightly to your virginity. Maybe when you're fifty and you've been divorced a couple of times we can ask you whether it was worth it.