So Much for Trying to be Good

As a recent graduate, my life is going through some renovations. New apartment, new job and the prospects of new men. Out of college means a more mature living and essentially a more mature way of dating. No more walk of shames down the student dorms, no more games and no more hook ups! At least that's the goal. I've had my rebellion stage, and even though I acted more conservatively than most sexual rebels, I did come out of it with a few regrets. Sex has no meaning anymore, not unless I actually have feelings for someone. The thrill now depends on the emotional high and I have to know at least something worth while of someone for that to happen. So what's the point of having sex if the satisfaction is gone. Exactly! There's no point.

Well I have been in contact with one of my neighbors and after a couple meet n' greets at the pool, I decided to hit him up while I was in Uptown. As it turns out he was at the bar next door and he came over to hang out. His friends joined us and we all went bar hopping after our little vino pre-game. Afterward, he held a little after party at his place, and by little I mean he, his friend, my best friend and myself. The ten other people from earlier this evening had gone their separate ways. He showed me a tour of his apartment, wine in hand, which made us both very sleepy. Coincidentally the tour ended in his bedroom. Granted I was on my best behavior, though my lips were not, but I cant help but feel things went a little faster than what was neccessary. Hopefully no false perceptions were made about my integrity to blossom out of my rebellious stage. No guy likes an easy girl and I am not an easy girl. He was a sweetheart though, holding me tight all night and caressing my arm as I woke up. Even hugged and kissed me when I walked into the living room. As I made my way across the parking garage and down two flights of stairs, still in my dress and stilettos from the night before. Talk about a walk of shame. I'm a graduate for crying out loud! Maybe I should have pulled the classic trick and left a personal article behind. Oh well, guess its time to play the waiting game.