The Thing Is

I was walking in a building one day, and I saw a group of men walking together. I caught the attention of one of them and we locked eyes. We passed each other but kept walking. A half hour later I was in the same hallway and he stopped me; asked me for my name, and number. The same evening we had crazy, impulsive, hot sweaty sex.

I think the first time I really realized that sex was just sex and nothing more was when I lost my virginity. I was at a party and a guy I had just met was whispering the sweetest things into my little virgin ear. And that’s all it took, some douche bag of a guy to say some rehearsed shit, that he probably used on a million girls; and he got my brand new red lace panties off. After he finished I realized I would probably never see him again. I most likely would forget to get his number. We were both two strangers that would both be better off if we called it quits before we even started. So that was that. From then on it was just sex. When you’re a little kid, you are taught that sex is a way to show how much you love someone. You’re only supposed to sleep with someone who you truly love. But I mean, does anyone really believe that? I mean sure, it’s a nice thought. But we don’t live in that world. Our world is tough sometimes and a little sex here and there would do us some good! Most of my friends think that you can’t sleep with complete strangers… but random sex is the best. No strings attached just sex. (Well unless the stranger is really terrible in bed, in that case… better luck next time!) 

I don’t think that relationships are really my forte. In fact I know they’re not. I don’t know how to say no. I am currently in three relationships, with three different men. I find myself attracted to guys that want to settle down. And before I know it, what I intended to be just a fling turns into a full fledged relationship! It’s terrible. I think what I need is four clones of me. One to be with each one, and the fourth to be single.