I am not ashamed to say that I have had one nights stands.
None of them are ever planned, they’re spontaneous, an urge, fun. Just a moment where you don’t think about anything else, just yourselves.
The first one was with a friend of a friend, he was after me for ages, made me feel wanted, and when I was most upset, he took advantage of that.
When alcohol is involved, it’s a different matter. Everyone has a different reason for one night stands. For me, it’s the thrill of knowing that I can just smile at a hot guy in a club and know that I’ll be going home with him. It was confidence building, that moment of being wanted and being taken. It wasn’t even just taking what was offered like being picked last for a team, it was who I wanted.
Looking back, I don’t know how I did it. I’m not saying they’re all great, you have to be careful. One guy I went back with was doing coke. I declined.
But like coke, one night stands are addictive. The adrenaline, thrill.
My family of course, don’t approve. My mum has never had a one night stand, so I don’t think she’s in a position to judge, her comments ‘just don’t go sleeping with half of London to find ‘the one”
You might think I’m easy, but it’s quite empowering. If the men can do it, why can’t I?