When it comes to sex, most single girls have a “minimum number of dates” policy. Three, five, seven, whatever; it all boils down to an arbitrary Sluttiness Avoidance Number: the number of dates after which a girl feels that she can reasonably consent to sex without being considered a tramp.
I’ve never understood the numbers game. You wouldn’t wait seven dates to find out if a guy has a job, or if he lives with his parents. Why wait seven dates to determine bedroom compatibility?
Sexual ineptitude is a deal breaker, just like drug addiction, psychosis, cannibalism, snoring, and Yankees fandom. Getting busy right away can save a whole mess of heartache down the road. If a guy is awful in bed, don’t you want to know before you’re emotionally invested?
Women will tell you that sex-delaying tactics are useful for ensuring that a guy isn’t looking for a booty call, but that seems counterintuitive. Want to know the quickest way to figure out if a guy is just in it for the sex? Have sex with him. If he sticks around, he’s interested in a relationship. And if he bails, well hey, at least you got some sex.
But no. Instead women torture themselves and their potential partner for weeks, sometimes months, before finally taking the plunge. Great strategy. So rather than hooking up right away and quickly determining the guy’s a freak, these girls draw out the whole charade so that by the time they finally learn the truth they’re already picking out wedding napkins.
If I start thinking a girl has relationship potential, having sex becomes more urgent, not less. I want to know up front that she exhibits proper hygiene, doesn’t have a third nipple, isn’t going to try anything shady under the sheets. And if she happens to be into any kinky sexual shenanigans—particularly anything illegal or potentially traumatizing—I want to know asap.
Speaking of which, I advocate a sexual full-disclosure policy. I’m an open-minded guy, so in all likelihood I’m cool with whatever crazy-ass fetishes a woman might be harboring, but if I’m going to be wearing assless chaps and a snorkel for any reason, there will be discussion on the subject. Oh, and I would appreciate the opportunity to provide feedback before objects of any kind are inserted into my various orifices (orifi?). Thanks in advance.
Anyway, sex is important. It’s not the *most* important thing, but it can make or break a budding relationship. So quit with the delaying tactics, ladies. You’re not doing yourselves—or us—any favors.