Not So Casual Sex

Let’s talk about hook ups.

They’re definitely not for me.

Now I’m not condemning them. I don’t believe it is right of me to say what anyone can and cannot do to their body. And since I’ve never been involved in a “hook up” I can’t judge those that choose to partake. Also let’s just agree to stop judging everyone, yes?

Anyways, I feel like I would just be really overwhelmed with the idea of going home with some random stranger. They could easily be a killer, or have an STD, or maybe they’re my long lost cousin that I’ve never met before. Absolutely not.

Also, anytime I sense that someone is about to kiss me, whether I want it or not, I just start talking nonstop. Before my boyfriend, finally, mustered up the courage to just kiss me, anytime I felt it coming I brought up a different subject: Wanna watch LOST? What do you believe happens to us after we die? I think it is so important to just love yourself, you know? (All of these events actually occurred).

Then of course when it did happen, I laughed. Not because it was bad, but because I thought it was funny that it took him this long…also partially my fault.

Now let me just paint a picture for you. Jake and I were friends for an entire year, then we texted all summer, and when we finally got back to school it wasn’t until two months in when I let him kiss me. 

That’s a year and two months.

I doubt any horny, drunk guy from a bar would be willing to wait that long to just kiss me.

I just figure I’d leave the hooking up to the more experienced and the young at heart, yeah?