For someone who had a light bet with her bestie for “the least amount of sexual relations” I just broke it and started losing.
Fucking Tinder Guy somehow got me to have birthday sex! I mean why the hell didn’t I do this with my own boyfriend!
The worst thing is, I was with my bestie drinking before he came, and she clearly asked
When are you going to have sex with “Tinder Guy”?
In like three months?
When she asked me, it seemed right to say yea that seems about right.
Then two hours later, there I am riding this giant of a man. I mean why the hell did I stop. It’s been so long I forgot how good it was.
Though I do feel bad for my roommates, I moved in less than 3 hours and I’m already christening my bed.
I do feel A LITTLE ashamed, because it’s literally the third date. And a couple weeks ago I was watching Grey’s Anatomy and Miranda was freaking out because she was just about to have her third date and the third date is “sex date” and she was determined not to have it. I always related to Miranda, except for this moment. I’m sorry Miranda I let you down.
Birthday sex was good though, and I’m glad I was prepared for it. But now that sex is in play how do I get to know more about this guy?
I revise my previous statement. Adulthood is damn well pleasant.