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Growing up I was the fat girl. I had a killer personality, but no one wanted to see me in a bathing suit, let alone in the buff. It wasn’t until much later than the rest of my friends that I had my first anything: kiss, date, boy who liked me as more than the girl who made him laugh in Social Studies.
Needless to say, when I finally did come into my own and learned how to make out with boys at parties, I went sorta…well, nuts. I was lengths behind my friends and felt the need to catch up.
“Oh, you hooked up with 10 boys since your first kiss at 11? Fine! I’ll hook up with ten this weekend!”
It was fun and exciting and I was finally able to take part in all the story telling with my friends. Every night was an opportunity for me to find another story to share, so I took any and every guy that came my way. Sure, it was probably not the best idea, but I was young and free and making up for lost time.
And the stories were well worth it.
Recently, a friend asked me how far I would go for sex. Like a cheesy montage in an old episode of 90210, my first few years of debauchery came flooding into my mind.
How far would I go for sex? Well, I’ll show you:
4 Hours (and $200) at a Blackjack Table: I was in Vegas with my family and decided to play some Blackjack. I scanned the casino for a table with good lookin’ boys and sat down with the best of the bunch. We chatted as we played, enjoyed our free drinks and got quite flirty. Time was passing (and my money was leaving me), but the guy next to me was just so cute I couldn’t possibly leave. 4 hours later I was $200 in the hole, but definitely walked away a winner at the end of the night (or early the next morning).
A $50 Cab Ride: I was visiting friends in Chicago and met a nice (tall) boy at the bar. I couldn’t bring him back to my friend’s studio, so he invited me back to his place, which happened to be a bit further away than I expected. When I left the next morning my cab ride back to my friend’s was an hour and $50 long.
Canada: Yes, I crossed the border. For sex. An International Booty Call, if you will. I met the guy in Detroit, but he was from the other side of the border. So, when the bar closed, we hopped in his car and headed to Canada. Upon arriving at the border crossing, the guard asked me for my Passport, which I did not have. “I didn’t know I was coming to Canada tonight,” I told her. I went on to explain that I would be leaving in the morning.
“Oooooh,” she said, a knowing look in her eyes. “I see. Go ahead and have a fun and safe night.”
Good sex (and great stories) doesn’t come easy; sometimes you gotta work for it.
How far would YOU go for a romp?
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Wow, you just about summed my life up as well. Have to admit I have some tasty little bits too.
1. I was studying abroad in Copenhagen, Denmark and hooked up with a guy who knocked on my door (on accident). He was Danish and I wanted to give Danish boys a whirl. So his friends were going out to some bars in his hometown area. Needless to say, I was told it was just outside of the city, but it was a 45 minute car ride to I don’t even remember where. Nothing like going to some random city and spending the night in his parent’s house! Walk of shame has never been so shameful.
2. I was really upset that one of my booty call guys was quitting our little fuck buddy relationship one night, so I told myself I would find the next guy who was interested and sleep with him. Needless to say, I did.
3. I was pissed at my parents one summer (during college) and I had met this guy at a festival in my hometown two weeks before. So when I was coming to visit for my grandfather’s birthday I called him up at the end of the weekend (everyone but my parents had left) so we could have a rendezvous. Long story short, we had a “movie night” which ultimately leads to making out, followed by some fooling around. I got caught by one of my parents so my paranoia told me to take him in my room where we wouldn’t be so noisy. Let’s just say it got a little noisy :X.
Shoot, I remember I look alright and appealing (maybe not sexually…I’m not in right grounds to say so), but I remember I went to farther lengths just to SEE certain dates.
For example, my first date I remember I travelled a 4 hour bus ride to see her for 15 minutes at a mall and took those 4 hour bus ride back, crazy? Hell yes I was, I thought I was in love. (I still am, but only her old self now, her new self has grown into something I repulse, but can tolerate.)
Wow, I need to get a stronger libido or something. Those are some extreme lengths to go to, I mean Canada!
I’ve flown for it. I’ve flown clear across the country for it.
Totally. Worth it.
Driven 3.5, and oh…. 7.5 hours respectively for an out of town booty call. And also totally worth it.
…I live within driving distance to Canada as well and they do not require a passport if you’re driving…
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