I, Anonymous

I don’t know what kind of boyfriends you’ve had in the past, but your approach to sex was the biggest turn-off ever. It doesn’t matter that you were a “10” in almost all other aspects, because mentally you made it almost impossible to get excited about you. We’re adults, we fuck. We don’t have “sexy times.” I have a cock, not “naughty bits.” I’m not sure if you came from a highly religious household, dated lots of emo/femme guys, or simply were an excellent gamesman with the guys in high school playing the “Tee hee, I’m innocent!” card over and over and you never got the memo that you’re now a 34-year-old adult, but talking about sex like you’re some 13-year-old comes off creepy as all fuck. You’re a woman, you’re beautiful. You have a pussy, not “special parts.” Seriously, you are the second woman in a row who’s reverted to this little-girl shit. Knock it off.—Anonymous