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Life can be unpredictable, it changes as much as Irish weather. One day it’s sunny, feels as if it’s summer again, you remember your summer flings, the time spent with your lover. It just reminds you of how things used to be. However, the next morning you wake up feeling different, a cold shiver runs through your whole body, reminding you that it’s winter. After hearing different stories from girlfriends, guy friends, even from my family, I got thinking - how is it that it’s much easier to figure out a girl than it is to figure out a guy? Even when you’ve been going out with a guy for a long time, you still can’t figure him out. He wants a break from you, he wants more adventure in sex, he decides to be distant and eventually say he’s confused and that his feelings changed. How are we supposed to respond? We just put up with it, we challenge ourselves, change who we are, and for what? A text or a call
Sinderella’
women and meaningless sex
saying: “I’m breaking up with you”, or “Hey” and nothing else for weeks. How is that we enslave ourselves to men? I went out with this guy who says he likes me and that I captivate him - still not sure if it was a date or just a random tactic of men. The night went well, a few drinks, some flirtatious talking, some teasing, winks, kissing here and there. Then a very long walk home with more making out sessions, but with all of my resistance I still end up spending a night at his house. Why not, sure? Impulse. I didn’t want to feel alone again. Or was it the eyes? I am still figuring that out, and yes I do like him. I blame the alcohol for all of this. Time passes, do I hear anything from him? Nope. I keep wondering: do all
guys want just sex? Or, in my friend’s case, no sex at all? If a woman turned into a guy, leaving all her emotions behind, and had loads of meaningless sex, would she be called a ‘slut’ or a ‘player’? I tested this theory. I shut-up all of my emotions and got into a character of a gal who wants nothing from guys other than a good shag. I put on one of my sexiest dressesand killer heels. In other words, I screamed of “take me now, right now, right here”. And yes, it happened. I had quite few admirers that night, this made my choice easier - all I had to do was to pick the best looking and try out his skills in the bedroom. We went to his house because I didn’t want him to
By Sinderella know where I lived. Being intoxicated, I didn’t realise that I had given him my number. Morning came, I escaped the awkward morning-after moment and sneaked out. After a few hours had passed, he texted me asking why I hadn’t stayed longer and that it was fun. Being nice, I replied. I wish I hadn’t, because now he texts me from time to time, while I just want to forget that night. I admit it was fun, and probably will do it again, but I’ll make sure I won’t give a number or at least the right one. I may sound like a bitch, and a user, but isn’t that what guys do on a typical night out?