There is a fundamental truth to the clichéd phrase, “it’s like taking candy from a baby.” There’s no fight, no waiting, no ambitious, sweaty upper-brow masking a brain working overtime for something it has to have. All that’s going in is, “I want that, I’m going to take it.”
My articles include sex as a quintessential component of dating and relationships, and in our 20s sex can sometimes be the entire component (I’ve heard.) But let’s face it, if someone claims to have avoided indulging in a ONS or a relationship based on pure sexual chemistry, no matter how short (the relationship or the sex) they are either lying, have a moral code that baffles me, or they’re lying…
With this being said, it seems to be a bit difficult to find someone who hasn’t been tarnished. Maybe tarnished is a harsh word but I stand by the term. In a city with more bars than apartments we are bound to run into a man or woman who’s bedded someone we know or someone we know knows.
So, do you give up your orgasms for dates? Not likely. Do you operate under a different name? That can be confusing mixed with alcohol (because alcohol is another quintessential component of dating and relationships it counts as a factor). You don’t really know someone until you’ve seen them shoot back a flaming something-or-other. In ten years I’ll cringe at myself for believing that, but for now, I truly do.
What does all of this mean? It means ladies and gentlemen, we are workaholic, overachieving, selfish-sluts. In a city where being a young professional is almost as cool as the first time you called “house cup” at someone else’s house, we pride ourselves on what we’ve earned and how we got it. Even if you’re the hussy who slept up the corporate ladder, you be proud…no one else did it! Bragging rights are yours!
Our “take what I want” attitude mixed with a plethora of single people all along this great city is why we are sluts. You won’t give me what I want? Next! You say no, someone will say yes. You won’t go, someone else will. You got attached, someone else won’t. We’ve made ourselves this way in some freaky, mix-up self preservation mutation.
What does this have to do with the aforementioned baby? To put it bluntly, there will always be someone willing to give up their candy and everybody’s got a sweet tooth. The sweet tooth rate of recurrence is debatable but the fact that it’s there, inexplicable. How can a woman be angry that a man doesn’t work for it when he’s gotten it so easily before? How can a man be upset if the girl before him is “tarnished” if he’s tarnished a few himself? The bottom line- sex is part of our culture now. Indulge in it or refuse it, but there is no denying it. Bottoms up.