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Just around this time last year, I was broken up with from a very long-term relationship and I was in shambles. I didn’t know how to cope or process it, but my sexual desires were more prevalent than ever and when the opportunity presented itself, I hooked up with this anonymous girl I met off whisper as a rebound.

We met up at a pretty nice hotel on short notice and immediately went to my room to get it on. I took off her clothes, she took off mine, and I pretty much had my way with her. I fucked her for almost an hour and the feeling was amazing, sure but…

When we were done and she left, I felt the most empty, hollow feeling inside myself. For one, she wasn’t my type. For another… She smelled pretty bad. But most importantly, I had pretty much stooped to my lowest low ever. I was so heartbroken over losing someone and (surprise, surprise), sex didn’t fix that heartbreak.

On the bright side, I did come to realize that casual encounters weren’t for me. At least, not without some kind of connection or mutual interest. Since then, and now at 22, I’ve only really ever been with people I’ve clicked with to some extent, so maybe this was a lesson I had to learn the hard way, pun intended.

NSFW: yes

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