I don't think I could ever have a one-night-stand.
It's just not in my make-up. Maybe it's something to do with losing my virginity so late on (24, as I'm sure I've mentioned before.) Or my Catholic upbringing. I dunno. It's not like I'm a prude or anything. And it's not like I don't want guys to see me naked. I actually sometimes feel more confident with my clothes OFF than my clothes on. Nothing to spoil the lines, y'know?
I need to be familiar with someone (and, yes, I know you can have a one night stand with someone who you are familiar with, it doesn't have to be a stranger, but let me finish!) and already have shared a large element of intimacy with them already. Emotional intimacy, y'know? I need sex to mean something. I need to be pretty clear it's going to happen again, that it's worth it.
I don't judge people who DO have one night stands, by the way. In some ways, I'm a bit envious. It might make my life easier if I did. It might make it easier to get over relationships for me, give me something else to focus on.
Kissing three random blokes over the period of a month isn't exactly the same thing. But it's all I can handle right now. It's been four months now since I was last PROPERLY intimate with a guy, and I imagine it will be probably quite a bit longer than that before it happens again. But I'm okay with that. For now.
After a break-up, it's not the sex I miss. It's the relationship.
That still holds true now, sadly. But I'll be alright.
Eventually . . .