i feel like, to some extent, i grew up in the wrong era. i’m not a casual sex person & my sometimes overly dramatic self feels as if that’s my only option. in my opinion, there’s something so beautiful about sharing these moments with someone who means a whole lot to you. i’m not judging anyone who loves a good ole tinder hookup, because who the heck am i to say what’s right for you, but i guess i’m just one person who wishes that it was a little more sacred. i wish it wasn’t an expectation.
i can’t tell you how many times i’ve been asked/begged to have sex, at the end of a first date (or booty called, umm no). i’m actually sick of it. tell me why i feel like i’ve done something wrong for wanting to wait. like, i’m sorry but just because you bought me chipotle does not mean that i am somehow in your debt. i would have bought my own gosh dang chipotle! that’s basically prostitution, but with food (foodstitution?)
aside from a fear of STDs, pregnancy and the possibility that the romantic stranger i hooked up with the night before secretly gets off by dressing up like a pony (watch: that’s cringe! pony play), sex is one of the few things that i can share solely with the guy who has my heart. to me, it seems to lose its significance if it’s given away too freely.
so, although you may swear by booty calls and swiping right, i, for one, do not. i wish i could go back to the romantic days when sex was something you anticipated. something you shared with someone you trusted. it may take me some time to find a guy who is willing to take his time, but i’m hoping that if he is that he’ll find that i was worth the wait.
