Thank God for honest friends. Or maybe thank the Devil for them. I haven’t decided yet. Today, I was hit with a harsh dose of reality when a good friend of mine told me that she thinks I’m a whore. Now, my first reaction was laughter – my supreme defense mechanism. And then I realized, “Holy shit. This is what my friends think of me.”
A little bit later, I was boo-hooing to another friend about not having a girlfriend. This friend so graciously told me that if I want a girlfriend, I need to change my actions. “What actions?” I wondered. But she happily confirmed my first friend’s sentiments by telling me that ever since she’s known me, I’ve been a player.
Player vs. Whore. Some of you may think that there is a difference, but I think it is all the same shit. Now, is it such an awful thing that I love to have sex? There are few things that I enjoy more than getting my rocks off in the company of a sexy woman who makes my knees buckle with every touch. I like making out with random girls in clubs – what a great way to occupy the time! But apparently, the people whose opinions matter deeply to me don’t approve of my actions. I could say that I don’t give a you know what, but that would be a bold-faced lie.
Today, I was hit with a harsh dose of reality when a good friend of mine told me that she thinks I’m a whore.
So what do I do? Do I continue to indulge in this promiscuous behavior or take the advice of my loved ones and reform my actions? I realized today that I have a certain affinity for porn stars and individuals who ooze sexuality. Not surprising, since I’m a 24-year-old woman who watches an excess of porn and takes home random strangers on a regular basis.
Eventually, I do want a girlfriend. And as far as sex goes, I’m sure I would get laid a lot more frequently. But there is something that I enjoy about “The Game”. I think it’s hot to meet somebody new, flirt my ass off, and say the right things to be naked under the covers within a few hours. That doesn’t mean I condone getting people into bed under the premise that it will turn into something more. But as long as you’re both on the same page, I don’t understand what is so wrong with two adults fucking till their heart is content.
The manager at one of my favorite bars told me once that I was going to end up alone if I kept up this behavior. Maybe he’s right. The last thing I want to do is be a senile old lady living in a studio apartment with eight cats, no friends, and a lonely heart. But as for now, I don’t know if I’m ready to settle down. There are so many new sexual experiences to have, and so many people to share them with. So although I deeply respect the opinions of my peers, I have decided to continue along my journey of delicious orgasms. I just hope that I don’t eventually regret it…