She was not really sure about what she was going to do. I mean, she knew that she was going to have sex with that guy that she met in the day before, but she was not sure about why. She only knew that she should do that. Then she went and did it.
He was not in the Station yet. She waits. He arrives. An akward hug. “Americans don’t know how to hug”, she thought. They just started to walk, talking about nothing really interesting. No one mentioned it, but she knew why she was there and so did he. But she had never done it before. She wasn't sure about him. And now she is pretty sure that don’t want to do it again.
They had sex. Well, he had sex. She just… Had a experience. A weird and new experience. You know, people can judge her because of it, after all girls are not supposed to have sex with guys that they don’t really know. But she feels good. No about the sex (the sex was terrible), no about the guy (the guy was a jerk and she would never text him again). She just felt good because she wanted something and she just did it, without worry about.
Is not like if I am saying: Go and have sex with a stranger, it's gonna change your life!... But it will. You can feel good, you can feel bad. You can find the love of your life or maybe just a good fuckbuddy (lucky girl). Or you can just feel bold and free to do what fuck you want to do. Your mother probably won’t like it… Her mother don’t care too much (she is a little bit crazy). And it's not like she will tell her mom anyway (weird topic to talk with your mother).
Anyway. That was not about the sex. It’s not about the sex. It’s about life. It’s about live!
Go live your life the way you want. You can regret, sure. Fuck regret about things you did.
Revised by Nicolle <3
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