Confessions of A Naughty Girl

I Don't Got The Hookup, Holla If You Hear Me

So tonight I get a random instant message from a guy I used to hang out with a few years ago. Always nice, those random IMs.

We're talking, catching up, and he asks if I've been hooking up a lot lately. And it occurs to me ... um, not really. I can't remember the last time I randomly hooked up with someone. And I mean randomly. Like going home with a guy I really don't know at all for the sake of getting a piece of ass, walking home the next morning, and running straight to the bedpost to carve another notch - and feel great about it, like I just climbed to the top of the Himalayas. Gone are the days when I would hook up for sport. I guess that's the thing about being a big girl grown-up...I am no longer really interested in showing off my skills with someone whose name I don't remember.

That's not to say I am not fulfilled...it's just that I am usually fulfilled by someone I know and am comfortable with. And really, I don't think that's such a bad thing. As I told Charlie (my random ex-friend), there's something to be said for someone who's perfectly happy being on their own, doesn't rely on anyone else for happiness, and doesn't need to scramble at 2 am to find someone to validate their sexual adequacy. And hey, that's not to say that I think I'm better than anyone else, it's just that I really don't want to spend my Saturdays and Sundays trying to remember where I left my underpants. Anyone with me on this one?

posted by KA @ 1:27 AM