A New Year

*Is it just me or does the guy in the picture have really large nipples...

July 1st. The glory of a new fiscal year. Yes I know that's an odd thing to celebrate but at my job we have a lot of insurance claims and risk policies and I've been getting massive paperwork at the office about that kind of stuff so I figured I might as well celebrate it. It's the perfect time to start a new summer fling. Something light and easy for a couple of weeks that doesn't require much effort or investment. Just someone nice to look at and nice to sleep with who isn't going to be too much hassle to end things with once the summer is over. Let me explain. I'm only going to be in my current location for the next six weeks before packing up my entire life (read: entire wardrobe because all I seem to own are clothes and shoes and handbags) and moving across the country. Six weeks is just long enough to want to find a casual fling because I don't want to be sleeping alone for the remainder of my time here, but it isn't long enough to want to start up anything serious. Hence, the summer fling. If you used to read my articles on Her Campus ND, you'll recall one of them briefly mentioning how I'm not a huge fan of one night stands. Well,

Okay I didn't really lie, I just didn't explain myself properly. I think one night stands are great if there is the option for them to turn into flings or friends with benefits. Which I realize is contradictory to the point of one night stands, but allow me to explain. Last week I met this guy. It was a super chill night at a bar with some close friends and I had zero expectations of the night going anywhere frisky but then one of my friends introduced me to this kid. Let's call him James. James is a little younger than me which is kind of a turn off, but he had so much game I couldn't keep it together. Like, the epitome of suave and gentlemanly and chill yet attentive at the same time and I wish there was a better word than swag because if there's anything I hate more than radishes it is that word but holy cow did this kid have swag. He knew how to play his cards right and so, I took him home with me. We had some wine and we sat and talked and he had this twinkle in his eye and I knew what it meant.

MAMA'S GETTIN' LAID TONIGHT!!!!!! So we went to bed and had magical sex and he went down on me for like half an hour and life was glorious and I fell asleep in a bliss of orgasms and fuzzy wine feelings. So here's my theory-- he's the perfect guy for a summer fling. He knows I'm leaving and there's literally zero pressure to form any sort of commitment or attachment. He's very laid back but also very responsible (he brought his own condoms, that was such a plus) and maybe not the sharpest tool in the shed but hey, who needs stimulating conversation from a casual hook up? I'm sure this sounds trashy to some of you and you're reading this with judgment face thinking I'm such a dirty little tramp for wanting something so meaningless and casual. Let me let you in a little secret. Sex only means what you want it to mean. And right now, I want it to mean fun. So cheers to easy flings and beautiful tan bodies and no strings attached summer sex. Trust me. It's beautiful.

xx,

Gemma