Yet another of the unpleasant things about living in a small town is that you can't have casual sex. I'm not the type of girl to just hop into bed with anybody, but sometimes a girl just needs to get laid. However, in this town, everybody knows what everybody else is up to. Which means no one-night stands, no fuck buddies, nothing. Because if you do, everybody will know. And they will judge you. You really don't want to run into your best friend's mom at the town's only grocery store and know that she knows you have casual sex. And, because I live in th emiddle of the Bible Belt, where sex before marriage will earn you an express ticket to hell, you know you're included in their daily family prayer.
Now I'm faced with a dilemma. Do I go hit the bars, risk fending off drunk townies for an evening in hopes of finding one good apple, or do I just stay home watching reruns of Without a Trace. This weekend, I chose the latter. As I'm sure I will until I get so desperate I break down and hit the bars. Or I somehow manage to land a boyfriend. But, if the relationship lasts more than one month, then I'd have to deal with all the questions about when we're getting married. Living in a small town sure is hard on my sex life.
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