“There’s nothing better than good sex. But bad sex? A peanut butter and jelly sandwich is better than bad sex.”
— Billy Joel
I feel cheated. “Seann, Jr.” just left. He came over and we kissed and made up. Then we had sex. And it was disappointing. It was like my first time all over again. Painful and unorgasmic, if that’s even a word. I don’t think I like sex. Hell, I could have gotten more enjoyment out of watching porn without masturbating than having sex. Now, I don’t know how to feel. I just. . . . well I just have this perpetual scowl on my face because I’m confused. What happened to sex being more enjoyable once you’re older? I’m just so disappointed! I want to sex to. . . . well, I want it to be like in the books. Sparks flying, never-ending orgasms, post-coital glow. I want hot passionate sex that I can actually enjoy. I don’t think I’m going to be seeing “Seann, Jr.” anymore. He, at least, enjoyed himself. From a guys standpoint, being “tight” is a good thing; never mind the fact that it can be painful and uncomfortable for females. But I think his ego may be a little bruised. He seemed almost as disappointed as me to discover that I didn’t have an orgasm. He appeared relieved to leave. That’s the end of my “fiery” college affair. What a crock! Sex is overrated.