When I joined the site, my friends warned me about guys are on POF for one thing - that is to F*&^. Now, I joined this site to date and take the steps I need to have a healthy relationship. Fucking around was not on my radar.
And then there was a message. From a boy (isnt it always a boy). He messaged me to see if I want to have sex. I responded, politely, that it was not I was looking for. I few days later, he messaged me again and for some reason I exchanged numbers with, let's call him, Will.
In those past few days, I wondered to myself "Sophia, could you engage in an intimate encounter? Could you appreciate the experience without all the fuss?" And so I pondered. I had not decided not, but I wondered.
Late friday night, when I was walking home from a friends house, Will messaged me. He wanted to know if we could get together. At 1:30am, the trivial side of me came out - why not? I am 25, I missed my reckless youth, so might as well embrace my reckless twenties.
When I got home, had 2 shots of vodka, and called a cab over. I stood across the street - making it look like I was waiting for something. Then Will came down. And I decided to go for it. We chit chat for a few minutes, but its not long until we proceed with the business at hand.
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Twenty minutes later, encounter #2 is over. Two condoms and 3-4 orgams (or, when talking about this in public, oreo cookies) later encounter #2 was complete. As I was walking home, I was absolutely content with myself - a smug smile spread across my face.
I don't intend to make this type of experience a habit, but I do understand how casual relationships can exist. If you understand that it is just sexual, than you can just enjoy yourself. No games, no muss, no fuss. Well I am looking for something more, this, well, this was an intriguing encounter.
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