So, I have a relatively big list of boys whom I have (well, the ones I can remember) hooked up with. By “hook up” I do not mean sex. I mean kiss. Kiss, makeout, pash, smooch, canoodle, whatever you want to call it. At the moment I have a list of 22 boys/men on my iPhone who I have hooked up with (and shamefully, I have a rating on what they were like next to their names). There was one hook up that a few girls would regret doing, whereas I did not. At the time, I was going out with a guy who was not good to me. He treated me poorly, didn’t understand me and was too aggressive for my liking. My life is at a pretty good, stable and happy stage at the moment, so there is no way I would be going out with someone like him for as long as I did. However, while I was going out with this man (let’s call him Derek — almost sounds like Dick) I was depressed and lonely and all I wanted was some kind of companionship and Derek gave me that. A shame it was shit companionship.
Anyway, one night we went up the coast, about an hours drive, to a club…but I forgot my ID! So stupid! How could I? So I insisted they go on for the night and I’d wait in the car…and he did. What a dick right? Well, the car got boring so I went for a stroll and then got talking to this guy. He was cute, he was flirty and he totally wanted to get it on and in all honesty, so did I. So…we did. It was more like a rapid fire round of intense kissing. It lasted for about one minute then we went separate ways. So there’s one hookup confession.
I should feel guilty, because technically I cheated.
But the things is, I DON’T feel guilty. It was a quick kiss and my boyfriend was a dickwad. He can go to hell for all I care.
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