...so this is going under a cut, not because I don't think you can handle it, but 'cause you should have a choice, right? This is one of those things that I should probably post in someone's 'honesty meme' anonymously, but... being me, of course, I won't.
Mkay, a friend and coworker told me today that sex is 'a lot like pizza - even when it's bad, it's pretty good'.
Excuse me?
I beg to differ.
Or maybe I've just reached a point in my life where I beg to differ, actually. Ten years ago, I might have agreed with that sentiment, to be honest. Now... at smarter-than-I-was-when-I-was-twenty, I'm actually surprised to hear myself disagree so vehemently, but I'm sorry... it's not that easy. I would rather just skip it than hold on to someone's furry lovehandles while he drips sweat on me and thinks about baseball to delay my inevitable disappointment. I had another friend (a male... go figure) tell me recently, 'You could get it anywhere - why are you worried?' Of COURSE I could get it anywhere! I'm a woman! All I have to do is wait until last call and find the guy whiffing his way down the bar skank ladder! 'It' and 'quality It' are two entirely different things!
And of course his answer was, 'You're not looking for sex, then - you're looking for a relationship.' Also NOT TRUE. There is such thing as quality sex for the sake of sex! Unfortunately, you have to be dealing with two stable adults with minimal damage to make that work the right way, and those occur so rarely in nature that those kinds of agreements - while nice on paper - are almost always non-existent. Then again, I don't believe "sex" and "love" are mutually exclusive, which makes me (apparently) somewhat of an oddity...
Meh. Que sera, sera. But I've discovered a bit more about my shifting paradigms today.