RJ’s thoughts on sex
October 30, 2010
- I’ll be serious here for about,
oh, four sentences, in an attempt to ward off any criticism
regarding being chauvinistic or encouraging risky behavior. “No”
means no, and “stop” means stop. Taking advantage of drunk girls is
absolutely disgusting, and I have a mile-long list of people who
seem to think otherwise. Sex is a fantastic experience that’s been
ruined for too many girls on account of drunken jerks, and that
needs to stop. If you violate a lady, rest assured — you will be
getting what’s coming to you.
- Moving along — now that I’m a
semester out from being able to call myself a real scientist, I’d
like to point out that we’re all here for one purpose:
reproduction. Consequently, sex is the best thing ever.
- That’s why the orgasm exists —
it’s a biological adaptation to guarantee reproduction. You exist
to have sex. Good sex. Find someone, fall in love and have at
it.
- Most girls decide within the
first five minutes of knowing you whether or not they’d sleep with
you — if you get all clingy and start blowing up their phone,
they’ll lose interest. Ever get sick of going to Adventureland,
since you’ve already been there and know what to expect? Same thing
applies here.
- Act like a gentleman, open
doors, stand when she leaves the table and when she gets back, and
let her make the moves. The best way to get a girl physically
interested in you is to keep it in your pants until she pulls it
out. What I mean by that is this — let her run the
bases.
- If you’re interested in her,
she’ll know, and if you’re a gentleman, she’ll appreciate it.
Reciprocate, but don’t advance. That challenge drives her crazy,
and that keeps her interested. You can’t let them completely win,
or they will.
- The fastest way to a girl’s
heart is remembering two words at all times —ladies
first.
- Condoms are gross. Not as gross
as STDs, mind you, but when it was called “the glass slipper of our
generation” in “Fight Club,” that hit the nail on the head. I know
guys who have never gone without, and couples who use that as their
sole form of birth control.
- If you’re walking home with some
bargoyle you picked up at one of the fratty bars, hell yes, use a
condom, but a long-term monogamous relationship? “Wow, honey, I
love you too, just give me a second to slip this 75-cent
slime-balloon on to my dork before I show you just how
much.”
- Sex with condoms is like
watching an R-rated movie on basic cable.
- So everyone knows about the
shocker, right? You can probably visualize the reverse shocker,
rocker and spocker if you think real hard. The best one? The
minivan — two in the front, five in the back.
- Some studies suggest a
correlation between chronic marijuana use — is that phrase
redundant? — and a lower sperm count. Yeah, birth control, that’s a
horrible side effect.
- OK, I’ll say it: Sober sex is
great, drunken sex is fun, but stoned sex is absolutely fantastic.
Other than being hungry during and afterwards, there really aren’t
any downsides. You’re in college. Don’t be a prude.
- “Saving yourself” until marriage
is a notion I find antiquated at best. Why would you buy a car
without a driver’s license, much less a test drive? That’s a recipe
for success if I’ve ever heard one.
- Apparently, premature
ejaculation might be an evolutionary adaptation. I guess back in
our rapin’-to-reproduce days, being quick on the draw came in
handy. I guess most guys are satisfied in something like five
minutes, and girls somewhere between 10 minutes and
never.
- I never got the appeal of the
marathon sex. I’m not talking about multiple goes in one session,
I’m talking about the hour-long bone-a-thons people say they enjoy.
I guess I don’t get it.
- The position that produces the
ugliest children? Ask your mother.
- I don’t mind the hypocrisy
regarding the gender dichotomy of promiscuity. There’s an old
saying: If a key opens many locks, it’s a master key. If a lock is
opened by many keys, it’s not a very good lock.
- Sex without foreplay is like
sitting in a hot tub and waiting for it to heat up.
- If you’re curious, there’s an
ideal penis size chart you can find on Google. It’s a plot that
assigns grades based on the most favorable responses from women on
length and girth. I started to wonder why there wasn’t an ideal
vagina size chart, then I realized it doesn’t matter for most
dudes.
- Don’t forget to kiss. Kissing is
almost as important as everything below the belly button. It’s
definitely the difference between good sex and great
sex.
- The crazy things guys do for sex
is hilarious. Girls are attracted to stature — the confident,
stable, self-made man. His baloney pony? Not so much. My gender, on
the other hand, is putty in the hands of a woman who may or may not
sleep with him.
- This is why girls have those
“guy friends” who bend over backwards for them on the off-chance
she might sleep with them. If you’re in the “friend” zone and you
haven’t already done the deed, it’s probably never going to happen,
but most guys will hang in there for the slim chance of requited
love.
- Entire wars have been waged over
vaginas. You ladies can say what you like about feminism and
empowerment, workplace equality, the gender pay gap, whatever, but
at the end of the day, lady parts beats rock, paper and scissors.
This is why our dads don’t all have pool tables and jet
skis.
- Hot tubs, swimming pools and
beaches are horrible places for sex, Hollywood be damned. Rooftops,
the Tiers, Central Campus and moving vehicles, however, are fine
and dandy. Not that I’ve ever done such a thing.
- Citizen Cope, the middle stretch
of Morning View by Incubus, Donovan Frankenreiter and most R&B
is acceptable hookup music. 3OH!3 … not so much.
- I had no idea this actually
happened until an ex-girlfriend told me, but apparently, there’s
this thing called a “refractory period” where a gentleman will lose
his mojo after he … er … makes a deposit at the baby bank?
That’s really too bad.
- Girls — what’s with the biting
and the fingernails? I mean, whatever, I’m glad I’m doing it right
and all, but holy hell, I’ve woken up some weekends looking like I
got attacked by a badger. Put some mittens on or something. Give me
a pat on the back.
- I’m not sure what type of
dancing it is that some girls think correlates to bedroom
expertise. The Stanky Leg? The Shopping Cart? I don’t get it. One
of my best friends holds the state record for swimming butterfly,
and I’m pretty sure that was part of the pitch when I introduced
him to his fiancee.