Showing posts with label Samantha. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Samantha. Show all posts

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Hate Sex—apparently you need to try it

I overheard a girl on the subway the other day telling a friend about the fantastic "hate sex" she's having with her ex-boyfriend. Hate sex eh? I kept listening. From what I gathered, it's hard and fast. Cuddling is not involved. Tension=desire. He gets what he wants, she gets what she wants, and bing, bang, boom it's over. Check your feelings at the door.

The girl was so nonchalant about it, she might as well have been talking about what she had for breakfast. It was so Samantha from Sex and the City—I was amazed. Is it ridiculous to admit that I thought she kinda sounded cool? Like, hate sex, no biggie. It reminded me of eighth grade when all the popular girls were smoking cigs and getting felt up, while I just listened to their stories in awe.

So tell me: Who's had this crazy thing called hate sex? Is it really as good as it sounds? C'mon, don't be shy. I won't judge.