I often refer to the 2010-2011 school year as, “The Year of the Douche-Bags.” There was the boy who cheated; the boy who asked, “So why did you even come over…” when I wouldn’t sleep with him on our third hook-up; the boy who bounded into the room for hook-up numero dos asking, “So is tonight the night we’re going to have sex?!”; and then there was the boy who said, “You better leave…” when I informed him that I would not be sleeping with him.
Honestly, it baffles me: when and how did sex become so casual? Why did all of these guys assume I was going to sleep with them right off the bat?
I’ve always thought of sex as something that belonged in a committed relationship. I’ll sleep with you if I truly care about you (preferably like you a whole lot) as a person, and know that you feel the same way about me.
It seems obvious that no, I will not sleep with you if you don’t know my last name. No, I will not have sex with you if we’ve only drunkenly hooked up, or if we haven’t hung out soberly. Basically, I will not have sex with you if we’re not in some sort of relationship, where the affection and care is mutually evident. Why is this so hard to understand? It all seems pretty basic.
Oh, so now you think I’m prude?
Nah, I just have this little thing I like to call respect for myself. Sorry, but only the best guys out there get to have me, and there aren’t many of them that I’ve encountered so far. I just don’t see the point in letting some asshole of a guy get the prize of sleeping with me. Why the hell does he deserve that?! What did he do to earn me? Nothing. I want to be the hot red Lamborghini, not some ten-year-old rusting Camry.
Not to mention all of the risks involved. Somehow I missed the memo that getting an STI was cool. Yeah, I guess infertility (you know, a common consequence of many STI’s) somehow isn’t all that appealing to me. I don’t know, it just gets in the way of this whole desire of having a family thing. And pregnancy? I’d rather experience it when I’m ready to bring a baby into the world with a loving husband who is ready to be a father sitting by my side. Pregnancy is something I only ever want to celebrate.
So I ask again: when and how did sex become so casual? When did our culture decide it should be normal to go get drunk and have sex with someone you hardly know?
It’s time we step back, look in the mirror, and realize we’re all way too good for that.
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