Perfection versus Desperation
I agree with what Julietisbleeding wrote in his last post about levels of fucking. I thoroughly agree that, when your head and heart are into it as well as your genitalia, the whole experience is a hell of a lot better. However, one has to wonder how far you can actually take this principle. If you haven't had sex in two months, surely you're willing to settle for something lesser?
Sometimes, you can't find that mind-body-soul thing you're really looking for, and after ten to fifteen vodkas you don't actually care. By saying this, I'm not trying to portray myself as a "playa", only stating the fact that a physical need can outrule an emotional desire.
Equally, you can date someone for a few months and feel less than you could for someone you had a one-night-stand with. Less passion, less desire, less respect.
There are good one night stands and there are bad ones. The bad ones make you feel thoroughly sick in the morning and possibly for days afterwards (especially if you arise to find yourself surrounded by empty wine bottles, fag butts, and an entire bag of Walkers completely demolished through drunken greed).
The good ones make you feel horny for days on end. And you can't knock those. Admittedly, for me the good ones have normally happened with people I've actually known, rather than random acquaintances met that night in a drunken haze.
As long as both parties know the score, there's essentially nothing wrong with one night stands.
Other than that it's all a bit sad, really. Using each other's bodies for one night, in the communal knowledge that for whatever reason you never really want to see them again. There's something unhuman about it all, when you think about it too deeply.
Sometimes, you can't find that mind-body-soul thing you're really looking for, and after ten to fifteen vodkas you don't actually care. By saying this, I'm not trying to portray myself as a "playa", only stating the fact that a physical need can outrule an emotional desire.
Equally, you can date someone for a few months and feel less than you could for someone you had a one-night-stand with. Less passion, less desire, less respect.
There are good one night stands and there are bad ones. The bad ones make you feel thoroughly sick in the morning and possibly for days afterwards (especially if you arise to find yourself surrounded by empty wine bottles, fag butts, and an entire bag of Walkers completely demolished through drunken greed).
The good ones make you feel horny for days on end. And you can't knock those. Admittedly, for me the good ones have normally happened with people I've actually known, rather than random acquaintances met that night in a drunken haze.
As long as both parties know the score, there's essentially nothing wrong with one night stands.
Other than that it's all a bit sad, really. Using each other's bodies for one night, in the communal knowledge that for whatever reason you never really want to see them again. There's something unhuman about it all, when you think about it too deeply.
posted by A Girl Like Me | 7:27 pm
I wasn't knocking one-night-stands, they're good as they give you an experience / feelings that you can't get from rubbing yourself. But they're not the best, as far as I'm concerned.
And you're right, if it's purely a physical thing, then it's animal. That's the point though - that's why it's *good*!