Tell Me.

As I listen to the juvenile sounds of The Right Side of the Tree I am reflecting on my one-night-stands.

I can remember my first one-night-stand, I was 16. Great. I had just broken up with my boyfriend, a nameless individual who conveniently became one of my biggest stalkers even to this day. I was spending the weekend at my weekend beach house and was introduced to this fellow by a mutual friend. He was a junior in college, oh my god. Star-struckness mixed with a nasty combination of marijuana usage and coors light I was easily convinced to have sex in the front seat of this kid's pick-up truck.

I don't know what was worse, the 20 seconds of sex or the 20 seconds of cum.

Maybe that is why it took me so long to have another one-night hook-up. My first night with a guy that wasn't a serious boyfriend was the worst sex I had ever experienced. Even trevor the sweater was better than that.

Suck on that.