10:07PM: Have a good buzz going and decide it’s time to go get some pussy. Either do a solo mission or go out with people in the hostel who aren’t lame.
It was Orientation Week at my university.
It seems clear to me now, though, that the kind of hookup culture we see in movies and TV and in the apps marketed to us for increasingly unemotional sex, that this really isn’t what people want.
Frankly, I wanted to see what the big deal was about sex. I didn’t want to go into my 27th year with the stigma of being a sexually inexperienced woman.
You will evoke no negative, complicated feelings in them. They will never need to “get away” from you. You will never frustrate them or stress them out.
You go out together to a party or bar, ostensibly to wingman for each other, but just end up going home together.
He refers to things other than homosexual couples as being “gay.”
She told me I kiss like I’m older. She said she was feeling very conflicted when I did so (I’m “too young”).
You are more like: writing in the lines, in the margins, in the sides of notebooks. Swirls doodled in class. Jotted lines on napkins. You are spilling out of me, bursting.