"I bet you're going to have one busy wedding night!"
When we got home, I couldn't look anyone in the eye. Everyone knew my virginity was gone. My parents, my church, my friends, my co-workers.
One reason why I never considered getting married, being raised as a JW, was dreading precisely those sorts of comments and that kind of outcome. Everyone would assume I'd lost my virginity when they saw me the day after the wedding. Even if I tried to avoid being the victim of this kind of intimate knowledge that no one had the right to, by specifically telling my wife, "Let's wait a while after getting married", no one would know or believe that, and would insist on giving me a knowing leer after the honeymoon. It was demeaning and I refused to contemplate being subjected to it, so marriage was out of the question.