On Saturday, I found myself justifying my non-promiscuity.
The glazed but surprised eyes looked back at me as if I had just declared that I have gills and swim around in circles all day.
‘What do you mean you have never had a one night stand!?’
‘I mean I’ve never had a one night stand. Which part of that sentence didn’t you understand?’
‘But why? Do you think its slutty for people to follow their natural instincts?’
‘I don’t really care what other people do. But its not something I can do. I wish I could; it sounds like fun. But I can’t.’
I imagine that in his world, I am an alien–an alien with gills. We live in the same neighbourhood of the same city of the same country. We have mutual friends. But his is a life of rich debauchery; money, hot clubs, fast cars, drugs and women spin on the axis of his world. My life is a stark contrast. A spinning vortex in slow motion. I write, I drink tea at my local bar while making puns with a close circle of friends. Oh! And everyone now and again I go on the odd date and have whirlwind affairs that end badly.
‘How do you expect to get into a relationship if you don’t open yourself to one night stands?’ he asked.
I burst out laughing.
‘You’re joking right?’
‘The only way for a relationship to begin is to meet, sleep together and then see if you like each other.’
‘You’re joking right?’
Now, it was my turn to look at him as if he was a visitor on my planet. He didn’t appear to see the twisted logic of his argument.
‘How about you meet, go out on a couple of dates to see if you like each other and then sleep together?’
‘You’re a prude. And single.’
I wasn’t offended. I enjoy hearing explanations of the possible reasons I am single; the crazier the explanation; the saner I feel.
‘Maybe.’ I offered.
‘Wanna do it in my car?’
‘No.’
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So, internet, one night stands. Yay or nay?
