It’s a man’s world, right? We’re all just living in it? At least most times it feels like it. Don’t get me wrong. I am a really strong willed woman. I do what I want, when I want, and in my early twenties I have been 100% focused on my career. But there is also something I recently decided I wanted in my early twenties. And like I said, when I want something, I get it. I want a friends with bens, but I didn’t know how to get it because it was my personal opinion that those types of things were always initiated by a man.
This sexual awakening comes from being totally over drunk sex and only having sober sex every time there is a waning crescent moon. All my girlfriends are in relationships, and it wasn’t until a recent trip out of town that I realized, I can make a move on a guy, and they actually like that. It’s no longer a man’s world. It’s my world. And I’m about to grab it by the nads.
I was in Florida visiting some friends, and drinks were flowing as they do when you reunite with old friends. There were tons of hot guys around me, and as the only single one in the group, and with me being a guest in their city, I decided I was going to talk to as many of them as possible. Normally somewhat of an introvert, this decision was totally out of my comfort zone, but what did I care? I would never see these people again and I had some liquid courage in me. What happens in Florida stays in Florida. I spotted my first victim. The mission was precisely planned, practiced, and well thought out. I had this whole smooth intro that I was going to use, drafted by me and two of my closest friends that took a total of 45 minutes to actually plan out, and then I strutted my stuff over to him, got too nervous to remember the plan, and mumbled out, “Hi!”
Not the smoothest, and definitely not the bulleted power point I had planned out, but to my surprise, a hi is all you really need. He responded with a corresponding hi, a smile, and then we made small talk about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. I walked away from that ten-minute conversation with no dick, honestly because he was about as interesting Taylor Swift pre-Kim-exposè, but I also walked away with a new found confidence. Was that really all it took? Me literally spewing a one-syllable word to a man at a bar and I could actually pull this off? I decided to test the theory again.
Across the bar I saw yet another potential suitor. I circled like a shark stalking out prey, then once I saw an open lane, I took the bite. “Hi!”
You would have thought I flashed my tits at this guy. His eyes lit up, he smiled, he bought me a drink, he was totally a stage five clinger, but a hot stage five clinger who bought me drinks for an hour and a half until I decided that he was too weird for me to have sex with because he would be planning out our children’s names and starting their college funds mid romp. But through these social experiments I realized I could have anybody I wanted. A friend with benefits was not a complete wash that HAD to be initiated by a man who showed interest in me. I could initiate it. And now that I’m home, I will initiate it.
It’s my world after all, and all these men are just living in it..