When He Said proposed we talk about sex education this week, I wasn’t sure if it was his shy way of asking for advice or if he really thought it was a good topic. Nevertheless, he brings up a good point: college is the time when most of us need sex ed the most, but where is it? Sure, you can pick up 100 fliers in the Health Center about it, but all those basically say is that if you have sex, you’re probably either going to get knocked up, get a terrible STD or die. Where’s the real sexual education?
For most of us, real sexual education comes from study in the field. It takes time and rigorous amounts of trial and error. Some people learn faster than others. Some people never learn. Even though I’m sure He Said is doing this right now, I am not going to claim to be some Professor of Love, but I’ll still throw in my two cents.
First, as the Spice Girls told us so long ago, before we could really appreciate what they were saying, if “tonight is the night when two become one….be a little bit wiser baby, put it on, put it on.”
Fairfield is a really small school and your new boyfriend may seem as wholesome as apple pie, but Slutty McGillicutty may have too many nights freshmen year when things got a little crazy after that party in the townhouses.
Second, don’t fall for your man’s cheesy tricks. Giving a tour of the upstairs during a party, playing Boys II Men on repeat or blurting out any pick-up lines at the bar does not make your man a love machine or worthy of pushing it real good with you.
Third, if you’re planning on sleeping with someone that you would be embarrassed about telling your friends, roommates, siblings, second cousins, parish priest, etc., don’t do it. They will find out. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but when you least expect it, someone will have spilled the beans and the next thing you know your drunk bridesmaid is toasting you “I’m glad you found John…so remember when you slept with old so and so?” leaving you mortified and with some explaining to do.
Ladies, we have the pleasure of not having to worry about trying to have sex every time we go out because there is a surplus of men dying to sleep with anyone (yes, anyone, even you really awkward girls…I used to be one!) and the pressure is off. Just let nature take its course and don’t sleep with every He Said that buys you a drink at the bar. Be picky and when you do find a young gent that suits your fancy then get it on, get it on.
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