Hey Babe, Your Place or Mine?

Have you heard about the new bar scene?  Okay , not exactly bar scene but a new way to check out the latest meat on the market?  Apparently “dating”  has entered a new era.  Dating use to mean dinner, dancing, talking late into the night and getting to “know” each other.  Maybe if his breath didn’t stink or her laugh didn’t sound like nails on a chalkboard, you would have a meeting of minds or in other words do the horizontal tango.

Well, now we enter the age of internet dating.   You exchange a few emails, a picture,  set up a meeting at the local coffee shop, decide that his breathe doesn’t smell too bad and you only have to listen to her laugh of a few hours.  You head back to his/her place and wham bam thank you ma’am.

I think I am just too old fashioned.  I can’t imagine marketing myself on one these “dating” websites. looking for random sexual encounters with men I don’t know and more than likely don’t want to know.  Yet according an article in the August issue of Glamour magazine, these types of “dating” websites are becoming increasingly popular especially with women.

I can totally see the turn-on of doing something so daring, so risque, so casual; yet for me personally, I think I would only get so far and my brain would start yelling “STOP!”  This is so wrong.  What if this person is some kind of pervert.  Or worse.  Perhaps I just have an overactive imagination?

I  think the danger of letting an unknown person be so intimate with me would kill anything erotic about it.  What if I changed my mind?  Would I be raped?  Would he get angry and hit me? What if he lied or didn’t know about some funky STD?  Or god forbid the birth control failed and I got pregnant. Yikes.

It’s seems like these type of encounters would not be satisfying for long.  I would be longing for more.  I am not judging anyone who chooses this form of sexual fulfillment. I mean you go girl.  We earned the right to empower ourselves. but personally, I think I would rather just stick to my dildo.