For far too long, the SWF has been dating with her libido. She meets a man, wants to fuck him, and does. Conversation? Not necessary. Getting to know one another? Overrated. Waiting until the third date? Tedious.

Hooking up with people – no strings attached – offers a certain freedom:  a person can be wild and self-indulgent without the work of an actual relationship. The SWF likes sex, and gets bored easily – thus, the volatile recipe for her “hit it and quit it” modus operandi.

However, the SWF learned this way of life leads to irresponsibility and a life devoid of romantic love. Although the SWF’s sex drive is satisfied, her heart started to feel left out, and a little jealous of her vagina for getting all the attention. Thus, the SWF tried something new the other night. She went on a date with a man towards whom she felt a very strong sexual attraction, and decided not to fuck him. The two had a marvelous time at a rock concert; laughing, finding every excuse to brush against each other, drinking, talking, etc.; doing all the proper first date things and asking all the typical first date questions:

“How many siblings do you have?”

“What’s your favorite band?”

The SWF attempted to revel in the “getting to know your mind” process, trying desperately not to think about the “getting to know your dick” part of dating. While the man spoke to her, she could only imagine his lips on hers and her body; she couldn’t focus on his words. She wanted badly to say “Hey, let’s get out of here and get naughty”, but the SWF managed to overcome her sexual appetite in favor of good conversation.

After two torturous hours, the man finally leaned in for a kiss. Delicious, delicate… and strangely innocent. Barely any tongue at first. A nibble, then the  awkwardness of trying to figure out of each other’s kissing styles. The SWF and the man soon fell into a passionate make-out session while the loud bass beats from the live band pounded through their bodies. The SWF became even more aroused, feeling the seats vibrating from the drums. The man’s hand went to her thigh; she held the back of his neck and pushed him closer to her.

“Let’s get out of here soon, we can go back to my place for another drink,” the man suggests.

“Ok, but I’m not fucking you tonight,” the SWF blurts out before she has a chance to activate her oral filter. Holy-shit-did-that-just-come-out-of-my-mouth-what-is-wrong-with-me!

Thankfully, the man laughs and says, “Good, I’m not that type. I just want to hang out with you. I know this is the first date, but I really like you.”

The two depart, and take a cab to the man’s apartment. Despite excessive consumption of Budweiser and an overactive sex drive, the SWF resists the urge to seduce the man. They continue to talk, make out, and touch each other through a protective chaperone of clothing. For the first time in awhile, the SWF begins to feel an attraction other than physical. She wants to see this man again, to know him, to know his aspirations and his weaknesses, and to eventually know his physical presence. The SWF gains a certain satisfaction  embarking on a relationship not entirely based on sex. Could this be the end of the SWF hitting and quitting? Probably not, but stay tuned.

• Kiss & Tell