So there’s a new movie coming out called “No Strings Attached.” I was watching an interview with the director of the movie, who claimed that the theme was indicative of my generations changed views towards sex.
As a single girl at first I was sort of offended. I thought back to the many years I strove so hard to keep the number down to my one hand. Most girls are raised with the expectation that you only have sex with a man that you love. In my time it was sort of accepted that the first one may not be the one you marry and that was ok, but the general rule was you did it with the fella you thought you had a chance of marrying. At around 26 it started to get murky. By 26, it’s understood that we have all had the experience of adulthood, and you stopped waiting for months to do the deed. The math then became a bit fuzzy. For instance did you really have to count the fella who only got it in half way? And the one with the curvy thing that didn’t feel right, surely that didn’t count??
By 28 you kind give up, you think to yourself, I’ve spent years being good, you blame God for not sending you ‘Would Be’ and realize that your allowed to enjoy yourself a little bit.
So perhaps the movie isn’t that off…..
Thing is though, it’s only ever toe curling-ly great with the fella you accidentally fall in love with.