I really enjoy casual sex. It’s not because I’m
some kind of player or mack- daddy or anything,
it’s just because I enjoy the sex that happens
when two people don’t know each other that well.
You
go for broke. You try positions that you normally
wouldn’t. You use techniques that you’ve seen
in movies. You make odd noises.
Regardless, you assume a role that you create
for yourself as you go.
This is not something that only males agree with
either, because this editorial wouldn’t be possible
if it weren’t for women that felt the same way.
Sex is great. It’s a beautiful part of life.
In fact, it’s the most beautiful part of life.
And when two people are in love and they make
love together, that’s wonderful.
But there’s a difference between making love
and grinding like wild animals in an Arby’s bathroom.
There’s something about a one-night-stand that
both parties involved don’t want to admit, and
that’s that they had a great time. Some (very
few) wake-up and regret the night before. Most,
however, wake-up and think, "Damn that was fun.
I just won’t tell too many people. I could go
for some pound cake."
Lighten-up everyone. Sex is good. If you’re smart
and you protect yourself (remember to do this
even if you’re really drunk) it’s relatively worry-free.
So relax. Turn off your computer. Get out the
Barry White and the champagne and find someone
for the night.
Your pal,
Tim