Because it’s so much more than swipe left, swipe right.
The hookup satisfaction was kind of like a leveled up Pokémon.
First, let me be clear. I am not a single lady so I am in no way capable of saying if using Lyft or Uber for dating purposes is successful or not.
There’s no congratulations waiting for the woman who sleeps around, there’s most likely just slut shaming and gossip. “Did you hear she went home with him Friday night? Slut.”
But how could the most alpha dog, self-assured, cocky male be completely emasculated by any hint that his junk wasn’t up to snuff? Why are men so sensitive about penis size?
It is the pounding of my head that first awakens me.
In effort to get out of my usual pattern of fooling around with the same four dudes over and over, I made myself a pact. For every (new) boy I kissed, I could reward myself with a new pair of shoes.
At this point, you simply pretend and pretend and pretend. You rehearse the same lines of, “It just happened, *shrug*, we wanted to have fun, and we did. Don’t worry about it.” You act as if you could care less about what he does with his time after that.
It wasn’t bad, really. I actually felt extremely comfortable. There were times he made me laugh. We confided in each other about our past relationships and let downs. It turned out that we’ve both have had quite a few. Something about us having had just been naked with each other a few minutes prior made this type of conversation feel organic.
By permitting engagement in such undefined and open-ended encounters, society is fostering a generation of adolescents that are passively apathetic to decision-making.