There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise.
I need someone to pour myself into.
Casual sex, how so casual?
Being a single female in your 20s, is it really all its cracked up to be? Apparently it’s fun and free, which a lot of the time it probably is. This year alone I have dated guys of four very distinct breeds - the clingy, the not so keen, the over sensitive, and just recently the casual sex type. Not really all that fun. And to be honest this last one baffles me totally.
How casual is casual sex? And how does one follow through with strings wildly unattached and still putting feelers out for other options? And finally why is it that every male in their early to mid 20s feel they have the right to casual sex? What ever happened to good ol’ fashioned lust and love?
I have been advised that as a female you either a) go on love drought for a majority of your 20s until the rest of the male population catches up with your superior mentality OR b) you find someone over the age of 26 to whom casual sex is so yesterday and settling down is on the near horizons. So 26 year old men are apparently a gold mine. If you don’t follow through with either plan, then I’m sorry ladies but you face being the victim of casual sex along with a stream of other women that these men are apparently entitled to, and with our eyes wide open we just head on down the river to heart break, confusion, name calling, and cussing.
I don’t quite comprehend the concept of casual sex - call me old school - but when you meet someone and it just feels right, what is the desire to sleep with other people? I don’t feel I will ever be accustomed to the idea, and I don’t want to be.
Better late than never, I think it is time to adopt a 5-date-rule … after my luck this year maybe a 5 month rule would be better suited. If not just for my own personal satisfaction and glory, but also to weed out those pesky casual dudes. I’m no feminist, I know this casual sex thing is well initiated by females also, but that doesn’t make me understand it any more - to me those girls are probably just male-minded. Good for them if they can keep up the facade, I would like to take a few pointers. But casual sexers - you’re fooling no one, not even me - because there is nothing casual about casual sex, nor should there ever be. Why degrade the act of love, intimacy, and desire down to convenience?