New York City is really the place for all the single people to gather in the search for love. I tried to make the experience a solo adventure, but the truth is there really is good looking, young professional men everywhere and every time I'm out and about with the ladies, I can't help but find myself in yet another conversation with an attractive male. The problem is noone really has had any flair yet. Simply put: I really just want to be seduced. It's almost barbaric to admit, and I never thought I'd never get down to the whole simplistic "just sex" idea. But it's there and recently I've found out from conversations with my female friends, not every girl is just looking for love. For me, the ideal situation would be this uniquely sexual and confident encounter where I'm talking to a normal average joe (because I have nothing better to do while my friends are being swept off their feet around me) and this guy comes up, sweeps in, and in a very confident, (but not asshole way) just whispers that I'm wasting my time. It would of course catch me off guard and I'd be intrigued- I would respond as you would assume, "how do you know what is a waste of my time, maybe if I was speaking to you I would be thinking that", he'd chuckle, ask me what I'm drinking and then it would be a flash-because the next thing you know we're leaving together. And he'd be older-not like creepy older, but a few good years older than me, maybe 30-35, they seem to have it together by then. Better with the confidence, better with the lines, and definitely better in bed. And that's how it would be. We'd get home to his studio apartment and we'd have amazing sex. Not dirty or disrespectful sex where he's turning me in every position imagineable but sex where he's in control, picking me up and taking me into the room-making all the right moves with the touches and the kisses and I'm just caught in this passionate whirlwind. The next day I'd wake up to coffee and scrambled eggs in one of his tshirts with my hair a mess and my eyeliner trying to stay in place from the night before while he's walking around the room in just his pajama pants. And there's no awkwardness to it because he's a man, and he knows how it goes but he doesn't say anything rude or even close to being wrong to say- it being the day after that means a lot. Maybe after we eat-well who am I kidding, I'd probably be so excited and nervous that I'd only take a few bites and down the whole cup of coffee, he'd offer a morning shower and in we'd hop in. I doubt I would do it in the shower-as much as I've always dreamed of it, I really can't imagine anything besides caressing to go on..so when it's over we'd end up on the bed again with my hair dripping on to his chest and we'd have another round of bliss. Eventually I'd wake up again with somewhere to be, and hopefully it would be true to prevent the awkwardness of leaving. We'd kiss goodbye and he'd call me in a week when he's out with his grown up friends, and from there would stem our sexual relationship that is nothing more and nothing less but great sex and good company for the night.
The problem: Could a relationship like that be ruined?
Of course. When you're talking about sexual relationships it's undoubtedly not going to last. I think I'm capable of being purely sexual-but what if he turned into an asshole? I'm thinking because he's older he wouldn't-but the truth is men get too comfortable in any relationship they seem to be in. Whether he's your official boyfriend for a year, or your random hookups at night, they always have a way to make women feel insecure and silly. And reality would hit me too. I would turn into that silly girl-eventually probably making jealous comments, or maybe I'd want to be around him more because if we're having sex, he should actually spend some quality time with me just hanging out-because Hey, I'm a great catch after all. And as much as anyone likes to think they can just have sex with someone, we all know there is so much more to us, I think anyone would be upset when someone doesn't seem to care about the other 90 percent of our personality.
The whole thing is too complicated really to even attempt a consistent relationship-be it sexual or anything more. Let's be honest, it's hard enough to maintain friendships with the opposite sex without having blurred lines of what you can and cannot talk about, or who is really secretly in love with who. In friendships guys always seem to be in love with the girls-who always just ignore what they know is true. But in hookups-it always seems to be the girl who's secretly wanting more and the roles of ignoring the truth seem to reverse. And although I pride myself on really never wanting more, I'd probably wonder why eventually he hasn't fallen in love with me, and I'd try to make him do so- therefore ruining our perfect purely sexual fantasy and turning it into a turmoiled, doomed relationship.