I really didn’t want to turn this into another dating blog, but I feel the need to dispel some bullshit that I’ve noticed creeping into the male public consciousness.
Namely, the ubiquitous, hare-brained, How to Keep a Relationship Casual rules. Or more accurately, How to Stop a Bitch Falling in Love with You When You Put Your Dick in Her. You’ll come across the ‘rules’ in men’s magazines, dating blogs and various American sitcoms, and they include such charming, insightful nuggets of wisdom as never letting her sleep over, not going to restaurants together, not seeing each other during the day, and not being affectionate outside the bedroom.
Sweet merciful fuck, these piss me off. I think it stems from this ridiculous all-pervading myth that all women want a long term relationship, and if you want to be a ‘playa’ you gots to learn how to fend off those ring-hungry harpies before they lock your ass down. Tied to this is the implicit assumption that men are so irresistible, women are prone to fall batshit crazy in love merely by spending time with them.
Bitch, please. A lot of women enjoy casual sex. A lot of women are happy being single. A little communication goes a long way in this regard – if you’re banging someone then supposedly you share a common language, so you have no excuse for not making your intentions clear. This goes for both genders.
Casual sex is not just sex. Casual sex is all about having the relationship without the commitment. It’s fulfilling a basic primal need for touch, acceptance and a smattering of oxytocin, without any obligation to change a single thing about your lifestyle. If it was only about sexual release, we’d all be quite content to sit at home with a bottle of lotion and some Victoria’s Secret catalogues, or our vibrating rabbits and a Ryan Gosling movie.
Listen up: there is nothing wrong with treating a ‘casual encounter’ with the same courtesy you would afford any houseguest. Let them have a shower for god’s sake – no one likes driving home covered in sweat and other bodily fluids. Having a meal together doesn’t constitute a de-facto relationship in any state law on earth. If they live an hour away and it’s the middle of the night and you gave them five glasses of wine with dinner to get the in the mood, then fucking let them sleep over. They’re not trying to wait until you’re unconscious just to fill one of your bathroom cabinets with feminine paraphernalia and hang framed dolphin posters in the hallway; they’ve been grinding on your junk for an hour and probably just need a rest. And when they do leave, walking them to the door or the car or the train station is a basic courtesy your mama should have taught you.
Above all, talk. I know in these times of passive aggressive Facebook statuses and ambiguous text messages it’s difficult to have a frank face-to-face discussion, but it really will save you having to act like a first class douche-canoe to make your feelings understood. If you’re not in it for the long haul, then harden up and say it. There’s a good chance she feels exactly the same way, and will be grateful for a bath and a fucking nap.