Jackrabbit Sex: It's NEVER Ok!

Ok, so here it is Saturday night around 7:30 p.m. and I'm sitting here in my fantabulously comfy bed, and I'm actually tired. I don't think I'm going out tonight (I've not heard back from anyone, and I'm not sure I feel like wasting my time & money) Sure, I can see some occasional eye candy, but beyond that, what is the huge attracton? It's not like I am gonna find some random ass guy to go home with... not my style. And, if a girl isn't careful and has too much to drink, she may make a horrible mistake and sleep with someone that is less than desirable.

That has happened to me only once, probably about 3 or so years ago. I was at a bar in the hopes that I would get to go home with one of the bartenders (again! ;) hehe) but after having far too much alcohol, I began flirting with another guy. He was a friend that I knew from another bar. We had always flirted with each other, but that night, things changed. We ended up going back to his house and I never again looked at him in the same way.

His apartment was tiny and FREEZING (it was cold outside, but I'd wager to say that it was as cold if not colder in the apartment). There was no toilet paper (thank god I was getting over a cold and had kleenex in my pocket). Now, under the right circumstances, all of these things would've been tolerable, but on top of all of these strikes, was the worst strike of all... he was horrible in bed. I mean we are talking terrible "Jackrabbit Sex"- you know, pound, pound, pound you sex. It's not ok, and it's a far cry from enjoyable let me inform you. (Now, don't get me wrong, "rough" sex and "jackrabbit" sex, 2 TOTALLY different things!) Lemme just put it to y'all quite simply,

The only thing that made me write about this horrific moment of my life is the fact that last night I ended up running into him again. Turns out, he's now bartending at a new favorite bar of mine, geez isn't that just about my life?! xoxoxo