Panties & Porkchops: Nerds Like One Night Stands Too

Panties & Porkchops follows the life of Keri Lathan, a chick who doesn’t mind documenting her obsession with sexual taboos and the midnight snacking that ensues.

Everyone loves a bad girl or a party girl, whatever, the term doesn’t really matter as much as the connotation but you all know what I mean. Bad girls are fun, they’re carefree, wild, and never seem to take life too seriously. So of course I decided to take it upon myself to make a foray into the wild side, by trying to be what all us good girls say we don’t like but secretly do, I decided to try the bad girl thing.

So what does being a bad girl actually entail? Well, in my world, not much really. I mainly decided to throw caution to the wind. Upcoming deadlines? Who cares. Everyday obligations? Gone. One night stands? Yes. The last part is probably the only shocker for you, the rest seem kind of tame. I really just figured it was about time for me to stop fretting and over-analyzing every single thing about the opposite sex and just focus on, well, sex. So I decided to text a guy that I have been flirting with for the past couple of weeks. I told him I wanted to come over, and he pretty much drew his conclusions from there.

I won’t go into excrutiating detail about what exactly went down (my mom may possibly read this) but it was exactly how a one night stand is supposed to be. There really was no courtship phase where we get to know each other’s likes and dislikes. Or the phase where we both find out the other person’s relationship history and hang-ups. Nope, none of that, I was in and out (ehh).

As I drove home I felt somewhat relieved, relieved I decided to try something that’s so beyond my somewhat dull existence. Relieved that for once, I didn’t have to worry about the awkward conversation that eventually comes after any of my sexual endeavors. I felt, good? As I got home I knew that I wouldn’t call or text him back, that I probably won’t ever talk to him ever again. I didn’t even worry about running into him sometime, for once I didn’t care. I felt a bit proud of myself, maybe this bad girl thing ain’t so bad after all.