Casual sex – let’s talk about that. Because nobody else is and apparently that is what it’s all about when you’re dating after the age of 25. It’s an interesting time of our lives to be single, it seems.
Dating is a schlep, let’s be honest. We’re established in our lives, run heavy businesses/careers and have proper adult responsibilities. We have a rough idea of what we want and a good idea of what we are comfortable with and what we’re not. Your friends are having babies on purpose and you enjoy them, and then enjoy giving them back when they turn into brats. We’re just enjoying life as we determine what that should be, without much tying us down.
Yet, we still have this need to date. We stress about what we’re looking for, how we’re going to find it, batting off the not so lucky attempts and getting excited about the lucky ones. We primp and pluck and always wear our good undies. The result? Congratulations – you are a piece of ass!
Welcome to the world of dating at 30.
‘I’m not looking for anything serious’ means ‘I want to sleep with everyone I can and that includes you! Aren’t you lucky?’. It’s accepted, it’s the norm, how can we think that’s not what it’s all about?
Correct me if I’m wrong, but there’s no such thing as detached, emotion-free sex, particularly for us gals (or am I disillusioned?). We all attach some sort of meaning to it, whether it’s love or power or psychological needs or it’s because of ‘daddy issues’ (says Freud) – it’s not just a physical act.
Anyone heard of STD’s? Even with protection, it’s still pretty dangerous.
Is it really all about going around and banging everyone we find attractive? Call me a prude if you like (which I assure you I am not), but f*#k me (excuse the pun), this is all a bit crazy.