Equal Shmequal

Everyone knows the historic truth that men are allowed to sleep around, and women aren't.  Hey Mr. Friend, you've slept with everyone in the tri-county area? GOOD FOR YOU!  *Fist pumps for hours*  Little Lady, you lost your virginity to your boyfriend of 4 years and then had a one night stand a month after you broke up?  BOO YOU WHORE.  *Shunned by everyone she has ever known*

Am I right, or am I right?  Okay, that was a bitty bit of an exaggeration, but you guys know what I'm getting at.

Anyway, back to the complaining.  This is not a new problem that many of us have encountered, and if you think you haven't seen it in action, you are lying to yourself.  Currently, I am dealing with this, because everything is going wrong in my life right now.  Case in point: I have been single for two weeks and 3 days.  I have gone on about 6 dates and let some gentlemen pay for my food.  I haven't kissed a single person, held anyone's hand, and barely given a two-armed hug to anyone without boobs.  The world being as it is, I am currently under fire for trying to move on.  What exactly am I supposed to do?  Sit in my room all day and write sad love songs and cry big cartoon tears and carve broken hearts into the walls?  I don't think so, jerk.  On the flip side, He Who Shall Not Be Named is posting all over everything that he is "putting his penis into anything with a hole." (Actual quote from an actual text...not my words).  How do I know this?  Because my phone is constantly vibrating with news of what he is doing in his life.  How is this relevant to me as of now?  I'll tell you how, it's not. 

BACK TO THE POINT.  Promise I won't get off track again <3

I am a single 21 year old woman who enjoys a nice guy with a stiff..................drink.  How am I doing anything wrong or abnormal to what someone in my position is supposed to do?  I actually think I am handling myself pretty well considering that over 100 male persons (yes I counted, and that is a real number) are currently texting my phone asking me for sexy play time.  Don't ask me how half of them got my number, because I have no earthly idea. 

I got off track again.  Forgive me 8 pound 6 ounce baby Jesus.

I don't think it is attractive or becoming of a person when I find out that they have slept with 98% of the people I have ever met in my whole entire life.  Honestly, I don't see why anyone would even want that.  And actually, now that I think about it, I don't see why anyone would praise someone for being like that.  I feel really bad for girls who are victims to boys who chose to try to sleep with everyone they can get their hands on.  Sure you feel special for the couple minutes of the awkward, sweaty, animal nastiness that takes place, but afterward all you really are is just a notch in his bedpost.  So now you ask me, "Jillian, what if this exact situation happened to me and now we are dating?!  You are wrong lady friend!"  Guess what.  Once a man bear pig whore, always a man bear pig whore.  I'm not saying people can't change, but God knows they don't change overnight, unless you are living in a Nicholas Sparks novel.  Which you probably aren't.  It is a super nice thought though, and you know what?  If you are the rare case who found your soul mate this way, then I am genuinely happy for the both of you.  Actually, I am happy for EVERYONE who has a wonderful relationship full of love and trust and truthfulness.  (There I go bringing up my trust issues again -_- )  I wish we were all that lucky.  I guess what I'm trying to say with all this is even though it's not okay to be a whore, women should be accepted as being allowed to be just as big of slutty sluts as men are.  So to all you women:  Whore around if you want, and don't give a damn what people say when they call you out on it.  If they do call you out on it, just tell me, and I'll write a blog about them ;D

Just don't be silly, wrap your willy!
Jello shots and sugar cookies <3
-Jillian.