Let me tell you a secret.

I’ve always been the shy type. And when a girl from my past called me up yesterday and asked if I wanted to fuck, just like that… I started to think about why I didn’t say “sure, come on over”. I started to think back on when I was growing up and hitting puberty and I was always the shy one. My friends would have something they called “the dark minute”. Which meant that you’d turn off the lights for 1 minute and everyone would grab someone and start fooling around. I was the one who turned the lights on and off. Moving on a couple of years my friends used to have “make out parties”, with music in the background. Guess who the DJ was. I actually made a carrier out of it so I guess it’s not that bad.

This trend continued and I didn’t really think much about it. I do remember getting older though and thinking it would be cool to hook up with a really hot chick somewhere and do some nasty stuff. I was always thinking “Why does that never happen to me?” and recently I started to analyze all of this. I mean, I still fantasize about typical guy stuff, you know… the threesome, the hot stranger from the club. The various unlikely situations where you could hook up with someone you don’t know and it would be amazing.

I remembered when I was younger and I can recall at least two times when two chicks wanted to have a threesome with me. I also remember not doing it. When I think back it just seems strange. I had two hot women in my bed, wanting to get it on, but I never went for it. Why? I thought about the answer for a long while, and finally came to this conclusion. I don’t like slutty chicks.

Don’t get me wrong. I’m totally down with that sweaty, passionate and hot sex but I’m also for, making pancakes after sex. Or, you know, talking after sex. Or maybe just gazing in amazement after sex. And the thing with the stranger from the club? Honestly, how good can sex be with someone you don’t know anything about? Sex is not just two bodies fucking. If it’s just physical pleasure I want, I can manage that with my own two hands. I can even manage with one hand.

Let’s go back to the “I don’t like slutty chicks” part. I’ve asked myself the question why I don’t have any slutty women in my life. I finally found the answer. They are fucking morons. How could I respect someone like that? What type of personality would that person have? Shallow? Probably. Insecure? Most definetly. Detached from her self emotionally? Well, maybe but I won’t go that far. All I know is that there is a reason for why I don’t happen to end up in bed in strange situations with strange people and I’ve finally understood why. I don’t like people who live, act and behave that way. I like people who make me think especially over a plate of home made pancakes.