Letter #2 Part 3

Letter #2 Part 3
College…


What I did in high school was “child’s play” compared to the things I did when I was in college.
At the college I attended, there were more than 40,000 kids my own age and no curfews.


I was not about to let an opportunity pass me by and upped my new sexual goal from one new experience every two weeks to 8 “dates” a week.


Adopting the concept that a college degree requires some time management, figuring out how to expand my horizons to achieve the ultimate orgasm would also require some type of work/life balance time commitment.


We didn’t “chill and Netflix.”
These were “activities.”


College allowed me to be educated in a book sense, a worldly sense and a physical sense.


While college was an awesome party and a degree that opened doors… It was still just a rung on the ladder to the bizarre sexual experiences I would have as an adult.


Before I jump too far ahead… Let’s start back at high school.


I when I was growing up everyone seem to preach abstinence. They did not give me a lot of options other than just don’t have sex until you get married.

Obviously that did not work very well for me or anyone on the TV show Teen Mom.


What I already knew, that the abstinence preachers did not seem to understand, was I had already realized sex was going to be a very big part of my life.

I knew people had varying skill sets. (It may be “food”… But… The person flipping burgers at a fast food hut is not an Iron Chef!)

I did not want to be in a relationship with someone who is bad at sex. … and most of all, I did not want to get married to someone I thought was wonderful and on my wedding night find out they were terrible in bed.


Whether you know it or not… The generation that produced my age group generally got married to have sex.

If you think the sex education I received prior to undertaking my own agenda was limited… What I was told was far better than what your grandparents were sold…

Back then, birth control was an abortion, women were still fighting for their rights and skin color meant segregation.


Now that I know what I know, I really feel badly for my parent’s generation. Why didn’t their parents just come clean and say, “Sex will most likely be a miserable experience the first time!”


If you are both virgins… Then neither of you has a clue what you are doing.

Continued in Letter #2 Part 4

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If I'd known these things when I was younger... Oh... the different roads I might have traveled. Its never too late to ensure a better future for someone else when good knowledge is passed around.