I have to face facts; Summer of Sluts has yet to really take effect for me. I havnt exactly been inundated with offers. It’s not that I don’t want to meet men! I’m out every weekend, I talk the talk, I plan to be outgoing, sexy and mysterious (or OSM – the trifecta of the single lady). It’s just that when I’m actually out there, reeking of Sauvignon Blanc and desperation, I’d rather strip naked on the bar than approach a man. I fear the rejection, I fear the humiliation and I’m perpetually worried I have lipstick on my teeth.
What’s the answer here? I’m not shy, I’m not unattractive, I’m sure if I approached someone they’d appreciate the effort and have a bit of banter with me. I JUST CAN’T! Maybe I’m programmed to believe that men should do all the legwork when it comes to romance. I know it’s an antiquated notion that diminishes women, but it really appeals to my lazy side!
What it really comes down to is the idea that I might fall on my face (metaphorically and literally) and everyone will see and laugh.
I promise to change my ways and be more friendly and open in future. I must embrace the ways of the slut.
VIVA LA PICKUP!
Viva la Slut 