Where are the non-creepers?
Dating An Engineer
5 Essential Tips for Dating Someone with Kids
The fundamentals of keeping long-distance love healthy
When He Gives You A Drawer
Great Textpectations
Don’t Let Rejection Screw You Over
Don’t Fear the Distance
The Benefits of a Long Distance Relationship
Should I Stay or Should I Go
And then we looked at each other with the type of fear people save in the back files of their emotions and feelings for jail, court, car crashes, in-laws, and moldy bread combined. It made a little sense; I had graduated from college a year ago and she, two years. The time frame of our intimate encounters with men coincided brilliantly with our behavioral habits in school. Is this coincidence? Or does this mean something more? While I was thinking this, my roommate laid it out into the thin, winter car air,
“Do we stop being so promiscuous in a small portion of our twenties?”
At first, this threw me for a total loopty loop (because hell, that seems a little deep for a Sunday). But then my mind skipped a beat. WHAT? We stop getting busy during the peak of our beautiful lives? We look great, our boobs are purky-purkerton, our skin is taught and soft, we have a thriving drive to reenact scenes in Ashton Kutcher romantic comedies. Sexually…twenty somethings are there. College kids are there. They are well aware of what they want and they will go out and get it. Look at the McDonald ’s drive thru on a Saturday night. But…are they really…there? Is there a small portion of confidence that isn’t in the stats of a college gal? Is there a blockade that brims through their lives during a certain age that makes them bulk from the possibility of misfortune?
What I’m saying is, I do think there is a small portion of one’s twenties, where sexy time with men isn’t as appealing as it had been in say…college right out of high school. We become more self-aware, we are presented with consequences, we forsee our future, our ‘wants’ blend with our ‘needs’ more efficiently. And sex is not the means we want to take to get there.
Dating An Engineer
5 Essential Tips for Dating Someone with Kids
The fundamentals of keeping long-distance love healthy
When He Gives You A Drawer
Great Textpectations
Don’t Let Rejection Screw You Over
Don’t Fear the Distance
The Benefits of a Long Distance Relationship
Should I Stay or Should I Go
And then we looked at each other with the type of fear people save in the back files of their emotions and feelings for jail, court, car crashes, in-laws, and moldy bread combined. It made a little sense; I had graduated from college a year ago and she, two years. The time frame of our intimate encounters with men coincided brilliantly with our behavioral habits in school. Is this coincidence? Or does this mean something more? While I was thinking this, my roommate laid it out into the thin, winter car air,
“Do we stop being so promiscuous in a small portion of our twenties?”
At first, this threw me for a total loopty loop (because hell, that seems a little deep for a Sunday). But then my mind skipped a beat. WHAT? We stop getting busy during the peak of our beautiful lives? We look great, our boobs are purky-purkerton, our skin is taught and soft, we have a thriving drive to reenact scenes in Ashton Kutcher romantic comedies. Sexually…twenty somethings are there. College kids are there. They are well aware of what they want and they will go out and get it. Look at the McDonald ’s drive thru on a Saturday night. But…are they really…there? Is there a small portion of confidence that isn’t in the stats of a college gal? Is there a blockade that brims through their lives during a certain age that makes them bulk from the possibility of misfortune?
What I’m saying is, I do think there is a small portion of one’s twenties, where sexy time with men isn’t as appealing as it had been in say…college right out of high school. We become more self-aware, we are presented with consequences, we forsee our future, our ‘wants’ blend with our ‘needs’ more efficiently. And sex is not the means we want to take to get there.