"His Grandmother Died, So I Felt Bad..." Recently, I had dinner with a best friend from high school who just moved here to attend grad school. We have one of those great relationships where you pick up right where you left off... But, we talk about things differently now because we have all these new--some eye opening, some eye gouging--experiences. Take sex as an example: we are both more experienced now, meaning that, because we both had nothing close to a sex life in high school, we didn't talk much about sex. Well, that's not true. We talked about sex, but only what we could gather from Cosmo. Now, we can talk about sex in a more grounded way. So, we were talking about relationships and guys v. girls and (surprise!) sex. Daisy (HS friend) rattles off a list of guys she's been interested in or hooking up with for the past month...and it's like 7 names. I say stuff like, Good for you, and, Way to keep up the juggle!, and, You are fitting in well with the dating mentality here, and, You little whore. Then--because I'm supporting and encouraging her casual sex life--she confides in me that she was hooking up with Dude No. 3 until one night, while silly drunk, he declared his love for her. Like a sensitive human being who cares about the emotions of others, she told him that she wasn't into him like that and broke it off... for one week ...until his grandmother died. And, like a sensitve human being who cares about the emotions of others, she took him back into her room and comforted him.

CONCLUSION:
Be senstive. Consider pity sex.

DISCLAIMER:
The next few posts will not be about sex. Promise.  ¶ 6:24 PM