As I sit here with a dog on my left, cat on my right, Deluscious cookie wrappers strewn about and watching Sex and the City DVD’s (I’m PMS’ing, don’t judge me), I started thinking about our dear friend, Samantha.
We all love to think that we’ve got a little Samantha in us. Unfortunately, I don’t know that that’s true.
After years of playing cat and mouse with a guy, I finally agreed to clear my schedule and make it a date. No friends as bodyguards, no BS, no games. After dinner I decided to Summit Escorts my fellow back to his hotel and allow whatever was meant to happen happen. I told myself it was totally fine and braced myself for emotional impact. During the deed, I caught myself thinking, “Is this okay?” When it was all said and done and he went to the restroom, I put my clothes on faster than a wardrobe change backstage during fashion week. When he came back and I was buckling my shoes he was startled and told me he’d like me to stay, but I was out of there like a bat out of hell.
On the way home, I thought about what had just happened. I had gone into it thinking that I didn’t care. I hadn’t cared about this guy for all the time that he had been pursuing me, so WHY all of a sudden did I care? Why is it, that women can not sleep around the way that men can? I know that a lot of women like to pretend that they can have sex with no feelings, but I really just don’t buy it. I just believe that women are wired much, much differently than men.
What do you think? Can women have sex like men? Void of feelings and commitment? Or is there a deeper lying issue here?