I cringe when I hear the term “hook up.” Female teens and twenty-something-year-olds use the phrase when they have a single, unrepeated sexual encounter.I don’t know about you, but I’d rather make love than engage in a single, unrepeated sexual encounter. Making love equals being in a meaningful relationship with one guy and getting my world rocked every night because he knows what to do to every inch of my body.
When you “hook up”, the encounter is awkward. He turns out being a lousy lay because he’s not familiar with your body, doesn’t know what you like, and doesn’t know how you respond. He’s mechanical, he’s brief, he doesn’t give a shit about you. You don’t orgasm, you’re unfulfilled, you feel like a hooker without a paycheck. Duh?
Then, when you turn thirty, you not only bemoan your biological clock ticking, it finally bothers you that you still can’t orgasm. It bothers your husband, too; that’s why he stays up late and watches porn, and why he’s been eyeing the energetic Latina Zumba instructor at the local gym he works out at five times a week.
When you are in a meaningful relationship, you get to practice making love over and over and over again. Practice makes perfect. He learns what to do to your body. You learn what to do to his body. You respond with multiple orgasms – clitoral and vaginal – and he gets off even more for having sent you into the stratosphere. That, young ladies, is sexual bliss.
You neophytes who insist on “hooking up” will never become truly orgasmic women. Single, unrepeated sexual encounters will just compound your frigidity. And, so, before you can say “wait, I put my latex glove on the wrong hand,” you’ll become a statistic. Oprah Winfrey will add you to the list of names when she does her next show: Millions of Frigid Women…and Counting.