I don’t read oprah.com often. But I might need to start.
Now, as a reformed tramp at 40, I look back at my wild ways and wonder what planet I was on. I have more respect for sex, its hazards and surprises.
This reminded me of a conversation I had with a friend from high school over drinks during the holidays ten years ago. Lamenting her monogamous habits back then, she said, “I wish I’d been sluttier.” Uh, I think I speak for all the guys when I say, we do too.
Ms. Dierbeck continues:
Whatever happens, having sex with someone changes you….I didn’t always think this. For a long time, I saw sex without strings as the key to independence.
But she was not happy.
It took me many years to figure out that I wasn’t who I was pretending to be… I wore my sexuality like a protective suit of armor. My swaggering bravado was a put-on… I led a rather sad, disconnected life — until I mustered up the courage to let my guard down.
Do you know anyone like that?
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