Thoughts

The One Snog Rule

I have a confession to make. For a good girl, I’ve often had a tendancy to go for, for want of a better phrase, bad guys.

On my last night out in Tanzania during my gap year, (under the influence of alcohol) I kissed this guy I liked who was generally a bit of a dick and may have had a girlfriend at the time. We also semi-arranged to meet up on my last day. But when he texted me the next day to make plans, I had Taylor Swift’s “Girl At Home” playing on my iPod, and began reflecting. Perhaps in order to stop meeting bad guys, I had to, well, stop meeting bad guys. So I declined the invitation, and that was that. I expected to feel some sort of warm glow for “doing the right thing”, or for karma to align and a nice guy would suddenly appear from the sky. But instead, I just felt empty, and a sense of regret started to creep in. I mean, I was there for one more day. I was never going to see him again. Why not just go, and enjoy a flirt, a bit of attention, and a makeout session?

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