THE G-Scene

“Swimmer Sam” called me Friday at 7 pm. Two things are wrong with this- the 7 pm and the talking part. There should be some rules. If you’re sober and calling a fuck buddy before 12 you are a.) A lazy ass and b.) Desperate. But then again every booty call is desperate. Never contact a booty call before midnight, or at least until you’re drunk. I know why “Swimmer Sam” was calling me, but no words were needed. His phone number on my screen explains it all. The funny thing is, usually the girl is the one to insist upon excessive communication. It’s kind of like when you overload your GWU email quota, well that is “Swimmer Sam” and my phone inbox. Don’t get me wrong; I’d rather see words than hear his voice. Taking the identity away is key. All I have to do is close my eyes and he is David Beckham, not some 18 year old who’s breath smells like weed and has the talking abilities of a cave man. We’ve never have had much to talk about, neither before, during or after sex. Well…a little during but all those words can be found in the Daft Punk song “Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger.”The relationship between hook up buddies should resemble that of a seesaw. Everyone gets their turn going up and down, get the point gentlemen? Both partners need to be on the same level sexually, or else no ones having fun…isn’t that the ultimate point of having sex? So next time you book your ticket to pleasure town, make sure it’s round trip.Sincerely,The Girl Next Door

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