The story of my last kiss-
Well as I pretended to be a functioning person before a steaming cup of coffee this morning, I zipped my boots and stumbled back into my boyfriend’s grey-lit room and tapped his foot to wake him up without completely horrifying him. His eyes half opened and he asked me what time it was. I said, “I don’t want to tell you”—knowing his alarm would go off in just 15 minutes. He insisted, so I told him, “it’s 8:45.” Then I walked to the head of the bed and leaned over and kissed his forehead then his lips and told him I loved him, and wished him a pleasant day.
Men say they just want to know what women want.
Men just want sex.
So really, men want to know what they have to give women to get women to have sex with them.
But maybe what women want is for you to want more than to just have sex with them.
And I just solved all the worlds problems in less than 3 minutes.
Valentine’s Day is coming this week, so it’s best to be prepared with a lovey dovey playlist all your own. I’m riding solo this V-Day, but that doesn’t mean I have to overhear grumps discussing cold, damp fashion week on the train. Love songs are totally written for single people! So headphones in, everyone, here’s a short list of songs that absolutely must occupy your L-O-V-E for your Lonely Heart Playlist:
- We Both Go Down Together, The Decemberists
- Wouldn’t it Be Nice, The Beach Boys
- Brand New Colony, The Postal Service
- At Last, Etta James
- Gotta Have You, The Weepies
- Somebody to Love, Queen
- Come Away With Me, Norah Jones
- I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing, Aerosmith
- For the Longest Time, Billy Joel
- Us, Regina Spektor
- Chicago, Sufjan Stevens
- Let’s Never Stop Falling in Love, Pink Martini
- On the Wing, Owl City
- Ribbon in the Sky, Stevie Wonder
- Burnin Love, Elvis
- Let your Love Grow Tall, Passion Pit
- I Just Wanna Be Your Everything, Andy Gibb
- If I Had a Million Dollars, Barenaked Ladies
- Brighter than Sunshine, Aqualung
- Your Song, Elton John
- Gimme Some, Nina Simone
- As Long as You Love Me, Backstreet Boys
What are your favorite lovey-dovey songs? Comment below :D
Being a moderately to highly attractive female has its perks. Sure, you got out of that ticket, some rando is carrying your groceries to your door, and hey! Is that another free drink?—But no good deed goes unpunished and no matter who you’re gracing with your beauty, you could potentially still never get laid. People might not think you’re a virgin, maybe because you’ve all told them lies that you actually had had lots and lots of weird, tantric sex but, believe me, it’s true, there are attractive, intelligent, successful women who cannot for the life of them get the D. We call them the Secret Virgins.
“How on Earth are you still a virgin?”, you might ask yourself, crying alone at home on a Friday night, “How did you never have awkward teen sex because ‘everyone’s doing it?’” You can’t even blame being religious because you’re not, and come on, looking back, you’ve gotten plenty of decent offers. So what gives? Here are a few probable reasons you’re hiding your secret virginity from the world like how I hide the HBO Go password from my roommate so she won’t watch marathons of Girls.
1. You totally did miss that part of college and high school where everyone was just touching each other. For whatever reason, you were a loner in High School/College. My theory is that you were probably a freak-of-nature child prodigy that was 2-years younger than everyone else. Because you were viewed as an outsider, something I like to call a “male-kryptonite force-field” was created around you, one that shielded you from sexually irresponsible young boys. This force-field surrounded your entire body and caused males to run away, probably secretly laughing with each other about how no one would ever hook-up with you.
2. You dated a gay guy for a year, and he totally didn’t bone you. You slide on the stunning silver lace lingerie you purchased at Victoria’s Secret (and it looks good because you haven’t eaten solid food in 2 weeks to prepare for this moment), the lights are dimmed in this cozy Parisian hotel room, and you’re already creating a mental short list of who to message about the “naked tie scene in Pretty Woman” shit that’s about to go down. He comes out of the bathroom, body glowing a soft blood orange in the sunset lighting, and plops down on the bed next to you because HE HAD A LONG DAY OF LOOKING AT MUSEUM SHIT AND WANTS TO GO TO BED. IT’S A GODDAM BUILDING WITH OLD PAINTINGS IN IT, NOT A MILITARY OBSTACLE COURSE. Why did he fly you to France only to do the same not-sex activities you always do?! Why has it been a year and he won’t touch your butt? There were warning signs before this, but this seals the deal. You spent a year romantically involved with a homosexual, and not even one who gets drunk and pretends you’re a younger, shorter, more feminine, darker-skinned George Clooney.
3. Subway can help you lose weight; penis. So after the Parisian fiasco, you decide that since you weren’t meant to have the most romantic deflowering in human history, you resolve to lose your v in the most deplorable, least storytelling-appropriate way possible. Mid-summer in an abandoned college town, you decide to add whatever cheap lighter fluid they’re passing off as liquor into your large diet coke from Wendy’s and meet up with a friend of a friend, someone who will help you get it over with so can move on with your life like a normal, adjusted adult. Besides, you’re already wasted from the fumes from your beverage so forgetting the experience shouldn’t be too hard. Just as he switches off the lights, the default ringtone on his T-mobile Sidekick booms through the room, rousing the lights back on! It’s his manager from Subway and she’s on the way. “Subway doesn’t have delivery service,” you think naively, wondering what sub emergency could be happening at 1 a.m. on a Thursday. He literally asks “do you mind?” and you sleep in your car until you’ve sobered up enough to drive the hell out of there. Yet another totally valid reason for why you are a 23-year old virgin.
4. Kelis misled you. Sweets aren’t enough to get the boys in the yard. Every other part of your life seems to be coming together, and you meet a guy who seems mentally stable, charming, funny, tall, and interested in having sexytime. You go to him, bearing candy and good wishes, only to look into his eyes as he tells you that he “will never, ever, have sex with you.” Insult to injury: you didn’t get to eat any of that candy.Injury to morgue: You’re too proud or too emotional to ask why you weren’t good enough. This one hurts. A lot.
5. Every dude in their 20s is a lunatic and you’re probably better off not even trying because those bodies don’t end up in the river by themselves. It’s been said that men take longer to age than women. That’s why chicks look so good in their 20s and dudes look so good in their 40s. But when you’re a good looking twenty-something girl, you are exposed to a lot of dudes who have now flipped the script and only want to be in your pants. Yes, yours! In fact, they want in your pants so bad that they can’t hear what your name is or where you’re from of if you’re actually a person or just a sack of plush teddy bears on the subway. You’ve somehow dissolved the dick force-field and can get it whenever you’d like–you can tell a guy you’re a virgin after only knowing him for 3 minutes and he will ask “but do you want to be?”
…But age has brought you wisdom and you’re slowly realizing that you don’t just want to get laid by some guy who is every level of wasted tonight—you want an actual real relationship. You want “how did you two meet?” and feeling special, and date-nights, and back-story, and future plans, and everything. Sure, you may have to kiss a few frogs to get that AND sex, but you still think you deserve it.
And that, my friend, is why you’ve ended up a Secret Virgin in your Early to Mid-Twenties.
So my buddy at work was looking over his okcupid profile, and enlisted my help in responding to a girl. I wrote up something witty that might inspire her to put on pants and brave the cold to meet him for a drink.
We then got onto my account so I could show him all the weird messages I get. I go to the second page of messages, and he’s like “OMG I MESSAGED YOU?!”
He hit on me before I even worked here. Best. Ever.
Even better, I didn’t respond. HA!
0. Height? Itty Bitty
4.Do you Drink? Yeah, of course I do.
7.Have Tattoos? Nope
8.Want any tattoos? I’m too indecisive to know for sure.
15.Favorite Movie? Pretty Woman or The Lion King
25.My idea of a perfect date: Having a cute dinner picnic in Central Park and then walking around as the sun goes down. Then laying somewhere not particularly clean or dirty and talking about life and secrets and everythingeverythingeverything and then sharing some booze until lights out.
26.My biggest pet peeves: Having to do things more than once for no real reason, people not cleaning up after themselves, people being unreasonably rude, when people eat food too close to my ear, when my food touches, when tall people block the view at concerts, when people chew on their pens and stuff.
33.What words make me feel the best about myself: I’m not sure what this is asking…I’m going to say “smart,” “kind,” “caring,” “inquisitive,” “unpredictable,” “charming.” etc.,
37.One of my insecurities: My skin is extremely sensitive and prone to breakouts. It’s so bad that I’m on my second round of accutane and I’m 23. It’s kind of a pain in the ass, and I wish I could be one of those girls who wakes up looking pretty, but I really do have bad skin and some scars from years of hormonal acne.
43.Sexiest person that comes to my mind immediately: Donald Glover…