It's 3 am, so I'm not in a state all that condusive to eloquence. I find it amusing that not so long ago, I was posting a thread about my bashfulness concerning first kisses, and now I'm considering posting this thread...
I got back from an honors dinner tonight and collapsed into a deep sleep, which was punctuated by a booty call. I thought I turned my phone off when I saw the caller ID, but I guess I didn't because she called again. I picked up, and this girl invited me over for sex. :/ (as an aside background, this isn't just 'some ho', I had taken her roomate on a date once and then we went to dinner and she brought her roomate, with whom it turned out I had a lot in common, and we've since been hanging out, cuddling, sleeping over, and hooking up)
According to my religious upbringing, I've always been against the notion of premarital sex, but this is a stance far more easily taken when girls don't pay attention to you than when they suddenly start following you around and suggesting it. I told this girl that I wasn't feeling so good, which was true, and I took a raincheck so I could sleep this off. But when I tried to go back to sleep, I couldn't - what with all these conflicting ideas warring in my mind. I will allow them to run loose for a moment:
It was at this point that I jumped out of bed and scampered on over to her room. I didn't hear any weird noises emanating from the room, and I knocked a few times, but I didn't get a response. I can only assume that she went to sleep, but of course I expect the worst.
What do you guys think? I know in the end it's a decision only I can make, but I'd really appreciate some outside insight, as I think I have way too many of my own differing opinions floating around.
I got back from an honors dinner tonight and collapsed into a deep sleep, which was punctuated by a booty call. I thought I turned my phone off when I saw the caller ID, but I guess I didn't because she called again. I picked up, and this girl invited me over for sex. :/ (as an aside background, this isn't just 'some ho', I had taken her roomate on a date once and then we went to dinner and she brought her roomate, with whom it turned out I had a lot in common, and we've since been hanging out, cuddling, sleeping over, and hooking up)
According to my religious upbringing, I've always been against the notion of premarital sex, but this is a stance far more easily taken when girls don't pay attention to you than when they suddenly start following you around and suggesting it. I told this girl that I wasn't feeling so good, which was true, and I took a raincheck so I could sleep this off. But when I tried to go back to sleep, I couldn't - what with all these conflicting ideas warring in my mind. I will allow them to run loose for a moment:
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I considered waiting, but in the past, when I've waited to kiss or whatnot, I've always ended up just moping around stuck in traffic, while the world around me lives and loves.
It would be such a sin.
But maybe that archaic construct is just a societal means of control through sexual repression?
And I have been slacking with my faith anyway.
Once I open these floodgates, however, maybe I'll crave it all the time.
I highly doubt that I'd find a virgin wife for a white marriage.
I was shy when I first drank alchohol, paralyzed, even, and now I enjoy the stuff. And I'm not obsessed with it, either.
This would definately be preferable to a lonely night ina bathroom stall.
I'm eighteen, a man at last - it's high time to make it official.
I'm such an uptight straghtedge. It's time to go out there and unwind. Have a little fun, Live.
How can you pass such judgement on this or be in a position to do so if you've never tried it?
I'll only be in the prime of my youth for so long, why waste away in a sanctified shell?
Oh man I'm afraid.
What if, horny as she is, and in lieu of me being there, some other jackal comes in and is with her at this very moment?
Alright, dude, if you don't get out of this here bed NOW and go over there and bang her, you are totally gay.
It would be such a sin.
But maybe that archaic construct is just a societal means of control through sexual repression?
And I have been slacking with my faith anyway.
Once I open these floodgates, however, maybe I'll crave it all the time.
I highly doubt that I'd find a virgin wife for a white marriage.
I was shy when I first drank alchohol, paralyzed, even, and now I enjoy the stuff. And I'm not obsessed with it, either.
This would definately be preferable to a lonely night ina bathroom stall.
I'm eighteen, a man at last - it's high time to make it official.
I'm such an uptight straghtedge. It's time to go out there and unwind. Have a little fun, Live.
How can you pass such judgement on this or be in a position to do so if you've never tried it?
I'll only be in the prime of my youth for so long, why waste away in a sanctified shell?
Oh man I'm afraid.
What if, horny as she is, and in lieu of me being there, some other jackal comes in and is with her at this very moment?
Alright, dude, if you don't get out of this here bed NOW and go over there and bang her, you are totally gay.
It was at this point that I jumped out of bed and scampered on over to her room. I didn't hear any weird noises emanating from the room, and I knocked a few times, but I didn't get a response. I can only assume that she went to sleep, but of course I expect the worst.
What do you guys think? I know in the end it's a decision only I can make, but I'd really appreciate some outside insight, as I think I have way too many of my own differing opinions floating around.