Il n'y a rien d'autre a faire

You know what really sucks? Being a hopeless romantic and trying to live life as if you aren't.

Sure, sex is great. Sex is fun. Sharing a bed with someone can cure loneliness for some time. But then you have to go home and lay in your own bed, alone. And tell yourself that the person you just shared an intimate moment with is never going to love you. Or that at least you know they certainly don't care to right now.
I'm sure I'm not the only person who goes out, knowing I'll have sex with someone, and tell myself the whole time "it's just sex, it's just sex- don't fall for this guy." And then spend the whole next day replaying things in my head, analyzing the way he touched me, the things he said... surely there must be something about me he likes besides my body. No?

Wouldn't it be nice, to have sex and love, all at once... I would even settle for sex and like.

And the best part is, that even when I'm trying to have someone take me seriously, they go and buy me dinner and sit on the opposite side of the couch and act like complete gentlemen. Then it's like my pants immediately come off, without consent from my mind and heart. I suck at being abstinent, at being that serious, hard-to-get girl guys seem to fall for.

So I guess I'll keep up the late night rendez-vous and I'll keep telling my heart "it's just sex, it's just sex- don't fall for this guy."

Il n'y a rien d'autre a faire.