Ticket to Ride

My aunt Kathy offers this dating tip: before going out with a guy check out the car. Smart girls of either gender, she quips, can look at a floorboard littered with candybar wrappers and last week's pizza, and know a thing or two about a fellow's apartment, employment status...even sexual appetites. In her orange county conventional way, she's right of course. Don't expect messy car dude to squeeze the lubricant tube neatly from the bottom, or offer moist post-event towelettes. The same guy that leaves a half carton of milk on the plastic upholstery, might well expect you to drink down every drop of his juices.

Before you slam that car door shut though, let me just say, on behalf of horny slobs everywhere-- so what! Do you want to be clean, or do you want mind-blowing orgasmic bliss? That is the question. Nothing squeezes all the sweet juiciness out of a love-life faster than limiting yourself to guys you should go out with. The best sex stretches boundaries, and breaks rules. Touching another person can be like jumping off a high rock ledge into a freezing lake. You just have to screw up your courage and leap into the air never really knowing what it's going to feel like when you hit water. We're somehow different (bigger,brighter) after entering into such a dangerous intimacy. Sometimes you have to let down your gaurd, and just get on in.