On One Night Stands

Let’s face it. Once you sleep with someone, no matter what, you want them to be damn besotted with you. You want them to have fallen under your strange and mysterious spell.

And that’s fucking scary, isn’t it? What if they don’t get that? And in the morning, instead of staring into your eyes and covering you with kisses, they roll over and give you the – “please leave already” vibe.

Luckily, I don’t know what that’s like. I’m far too scared of being rejected like that, to bother taking the risk! Hence, until recently, the last time I had sex… was with my ex. (A year and a half ago. What!?)

I’d had enough friends tell me that after a one night stand, the feeling of “Yes! I’ve still got it, I’m still sexy!” soon wears off to “oh dear… I’m a whore.”

And enough experience to know that sex makes you fall in love with anyone you find semi attractive. Well, initially anyway. Plus… what about those nasty STDs. (let’s not forget about eye-herpes!!)

So, as you see, I’ve been rather conflicted on the ‘getin-some’ front, and taken to embracing a life of fantasy… where I imagine being bold like Samantha (from SATC) and having the confidence and care free attitude of the author of “My Horizontal Life”.

These girls are what I call respectable sluts! Empowered, hot and unafraid of conforming to other people’s judgement. They also own their sexuality with the familiarity and comfort of an old pair of favourite jeans. And shouldn't we all?



While I’m grateful for not jumping into another relationship straight after my ex, and for being happily single for an extended time (woot!), part of me wonders weather being happily single, is just an excuse for being too afraid to jump back in the game. As for one night stands? Well, I'd love to know your thoughts.