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It's pretty obvious you're about to hook up for the first time, and you feel If you think chatting before sex is awkward, than you'll probably find it. We've all been a part of moments we'd rather not remember, and that's especially true when it comes to awkward hook-up situations.
Clearing the air in this way will likely make it easier to resume your friendship or co-worker relationship. The gorgeous floormate you met while moving in on your first day of college has finally knocked on your door for some Netflix and chill. But, embrace your sexuality!
Don't allow that culture of shame [to] impact your behavior after a hookup happens. You go to a big Greek school where frat parties are the places to be come Friday night. So what if one time you hooked up with a frat bro? That one cute frat guy you were always eyeing finally talked to you.
Will he remember you? Will he say hi? The questions can go on and on!
Durvasula, just accept what happened and move on! Also—imagine 10 years down the road, by then it will be a quaint and faded memory; that kind of visualization can also defuse it and turn it into something less 'unseemly' and something that just happened.
Actually, this time, you both were in the wrong. A dude and I had been talking online for like, way too long.
We both knew we were only ever going to hookup; there was no real chemistry, just a moderate physical attraction that was pretty hot at the time but was always doomed to quickly fizzle. Not my finest moment but we all have lapses in judgement. Everyone finishes, we pass out in his bed, and I wake up in the morning with a semi-intact, if blurry, memory of the night before. And then it dawns on me.
So the other relevant facts are that I've always been pretty submissive, which he knows, and also I'd been getting a little high all weekend and hadn't really slept or anything, so I wasn't exactly myself. Her advice on such a crime of passion is simple: Another way to handle this awkward moment? I had like seven gin and tonics and got embarrassingly bombed so much so that it actually brings my family shame to recall, even today, many years later. Freshman year of high school, I briefly dated this guy, Norman.
And let me tell you something about my period: That shit shows up with a vengence and makes no apologies. After I clean myself up I creep back in to the bedroom to assess the damage.
I grab my things and I bolt. I wish I could say we made out, end of story. Unfortunately, I decided to drunk FaceTime my best friend in California, a former coworker, and my mother—all while with this man I had never met before, before finally sending him home that night. To make matters worse, I also discovered that I drunk emailed my ex and had to answer to him.
To say I caused some damage that night is a serious understatement. I aimed high and put the most attractive guy I could think of on my list and was surprised—and pleased! We jumped in, swam around, and worked up an appetite.