So I’m Demi-s*****. Something I figured out pretty quickly once I started having s**. At first before I had ever gotten laid. It’s all I could think about. I waited 23 years and 5 months before I had s**. So I had some ideas of what it was like and what I wanted. But the first oh let’s say 10 times I had s**, it just never felt right. Something was off. It wasn’t until I started dating this one girl that it became everything I thought it would be. But it didn’t start off that way. She was just a girl that I drunkenly kissed. One thing led to another and we ended up hanging out a lot. At first it was just a FWB situation. Just like the previous girl. However things would change. Unlike the previous girl, the “current” girl caught feelings for me. It became apparent. I developed feelings of my own and we found an emotional connection. A shared history. Once this happened the s** became amazing. Everything I had hoped for and more. Sadly the relationship is no more. It was mutual, but not really. I said I was ok with it, but deep down it burned me. Since then I haven’t had the want for s**. Sure I m*********, but I don’t crave s**. I guess I’d just rather have s** with someone close than someone I just like. Like I mean, random hook up culture is killing me rn. Tinder is (and I know it’s primary function in society is that of a hook up app, it’s secondary function and used just as much is friend finder or dating. And I make it clear in my bio I’m not into hook ups. And what do they always want to do on the first date? F***. Like no. That’s not how I roll. I told you it’s specifically that’s not how I roll. It’s kinda frustrating.And I thought guys were supposed to be the s** fiends… sheesh. Not that I’m disgusted by it, like if that is what you do or like to do, that’s cool, You do you. But when I say I’m not about before we’ve even met, and you try to wriggle your way into my pants of course I’m gonna be a little upset. But funny story real quick before I sign off here, one time when this happened, I was high, so I decided to be funny and I was like “Stop, the f*** do you think you’re doing? I mean I swear, you haven’t even bought me dinner yet. I’m not some cheap 2$ w****.” To which she responded, “But I gave you a piece of gum” which I don’t even want to go there. The sense of entitlement she had to my d*** because of gum. I left. End of story. Thanks for listening(reading)