Ahh. And no one can read this, so I don't feel so bad about saying... It was all planned.
Enter me at 22, a girl who hates physical contact, and won't keep a man around for the simple knowledge that eventually, it HAS to lead to sex. So, enough dating to seem normal, and a firm kick out the door when boyo thinks things should get a little hot and heavy.
It's just...not my thing.
But, it is kind of funky to be a 22 year old virgin. So, enter my plan: Have sex. Gives me a sinking, suspicious feeling, and suddenly my stomach feels like it's trying to hide in my toes. With a word.
Lame.
Why the plan? Well, because it seems pretty fragging stupid, of all things, to be afraid of sex. It's sex.
But, I don't really want to do it - I just want to pretend that I am, in fact, human. Sort of. Or...rather, I'm decent at pretending to be.
So, the plan was to pick someone....expendable. Someone I liked enough to spend time with but not someone I liked enough to care about losing. If it all went to hell in a handcart in a hurry, walking away wouldn't be a problem.
And I explained my mastermind plan to him, but I'm pretty sure all he heard was this word: SEX.
Oh, boyos.....
Mastermind plan: Lose virginity to someone almost as screwed up as myself, and without having to worry about silly emotional attachments or drama - just do it, be done, and move on. That's all.
Except............. He got attached?
Who would have guessed..... But he "got me back" by sleeping with another girl.
I'm still confused as to how that was supposed to make me feel bad. Whatevs.
Enter me at 22, a girl who hates physical contact, and won't keep a man around for the simple knowledge that eventually, it HAS to lead to sex. So, enough dating to seem normal, and a firm kick out the door when boyo thinks things should get a little hot and heavy.
It's just...not my thing.
But, it is kind of funky to be a 22 year old virgin. So, enter my plan: Have sex. Gives me a sinking, suspicious feeling, and suddenly my stomach feels like it's trying to hide in my toes. With a word.
Lame.
Why the plan? Well, because it seems pretty fragging stupid, of all things, to be afraid of sex. It's sex.
But, I don't really want to do it - I just want to pretend that I am, in fact, human. Sort of. Or...rather, I'm decent at pretending to be.
So, the plan was to pick someone....expendable. Someone I liked enough to spend time with but not someone I liked enough to care about losing. If it all went to hell in a handcart in a hurry, walking away wouldn't be a problem.
And I explained my mastermind plan to him, but I'm pretty sure all he heard was this word: SEX.
Oh, boyos.....
Mastermind plan: Lose virginity to someone almost as screwed up as myself, and without having to worry about silly emotional attachments or drama - just do it, be done, and move on. That's all.
Except............. He got attached?
Who would have guessed..... But he "got me back" by sleeping with another girl.
I'm still confused as to how that was supposed to make me feel bad. Whatevs.
