Zo on Hook-ups: I am the last person to comment on such a risqué topic, but I will put my two cents in. As far as my viewpoint is concerned – I am what one would call a Conservative Liberal. I know. I know it sounds like an oxymoron, but that is who I am. In my 24 years, I cannot say that I have been a Saint the entire ride. Hell I cannot even say that I have been modest in my happenings. There is one thing that I can say: If firemen wear rubbers… So do I! I have no children. I have no known STDs. I am no longer riding the thin line or choosing to play with my life – I am SO serious about taking a pledge to stop having. Ok – well I will save my reasoning for another day.
Young people, please hear me out about this hook-up thing though. Ok, you meet this interesting girl or guy online – whatever you prefer. He or She seems nice, good conversation, attractive smile, credentials, and hot. The two of you move from the World Wide Web and start sexting (or texting for my more mature audience). After about 2 or 3 hours of this back and forth, you realized that it almost midnight and you are home alone. You invite this caller over for “conversation” or to “keep you company”. Typing this shit makes me laugh, because what are we REALLY talking about after midnight? RIGHT! Somebody is following me on twitter after dark. So this caller comes over. This caller parks away from your building to avoid any unnecessary attention and wears very revealing clothing. When the caller enters, you set the stage for the “conversation” and offer tea or wine. The caller will more than likely refuse as he or she already has an agenda… YOU!
After about three words and a little side eye, you both make it to your bedroom. After about 10 minutes of pleasure, the caller leaves. Feeling like a crumb left in the bag of chips that you had yesterday, you feel little. An insignificant piece of matter - TRASH. Nothing about those 10 minutes is fulfilling. I mean, yea, you got yours. I will give you that, but what else? You are now back where you started….. ALONE.
Young people, seek commitment. I am not telling you to not have fun, but seek more out of life than 10 minutes. Like Etta James once sang, “I’m looking for a Sunday kind of love – one that will last past Saturday night.” PEACE & Blessings!