Post Grad Blues

As many single graduates may have come to realize...random sex is a lot harder to come by after college. For me college lovin was never hard to come by. I wasn't whoring myself out but when I wanted it I could get it.

Since graduation and after dumping my ex I have fallen into a slump...getting laid consistently. Wait,wait, wait...let me state that I am an attractive, funny and charismatic young lady in her mid twenties...and if I REALLY wanted to get laid I could,but this entry is to describe the hardship many of us college grads go through...once the frisky and risky business has been kept to a minimum.

Things seemed so easy in college. You saw him on campus...class...house party...Common Share...basically it didn't take much to seal the deal. Gettin frisky with a like minded gent didn't take so much evaluating. He was in school, you were in school. His group of friends were'nt totally wack or total dogs and you and your girls were fun,fly and flirty. Whatever the case may be you knew just enough info so that you both were comfy enough to get down with the get down. And boy would it go down.(Continuously)

Now, its not that easy.You may still be as frisky as a calico but now you've gotta be more selective in any man you may potentially wanna let wipe you down.

You're at Happy Hour. You meet personable seemingly decent and genuine Mike. Mike works in gov't, has no kids, no girlfriend (or wife),lives in an Apt in MD, has a degree from a reputable school etc. After chatting with him for the last hour and those vanilla vodka tonics kick in those hormones start to go into overdrive. He moves a little closer, you lean in laughing a little extra hard at his jokes. Oh shit that new TI is on! He leads you to the dance floor. (Awww shit!) You give him a little shake,then you throw it back a little. (Not too much) Ok! He's hangin back there. Whoa. Songs over and ummm...I'm starting to get a little too "happy".

You both begin to talk about what you're doing "after this". Both of you tap into the others brain and its clear you'd both like to devour each other like a basket of cheese butter biscuits at Red Lobster.You do after all have an "itch" that could use a little scratching.(Sigh) Had this been back in your college days it would have gone down like a one night stand on Spring break. But its not sooo you won't. Instead you give him your number and make sure to find a way to get his last name so you can at least facebook stalk him in the meantime. (Exhale)