Ever since I saw the Anchor’s Away episode on ‘Sex And The City,’ I’ve wanted to experience Fleet Week in New York City.

Last week, I realized that I’ve basically (and pathetically) dabbled in online dating since I had access to a laptop.

Fantasizing is an intrinsic part of sexual development. It’s a perfectly healthy way to work out your curiosities, explore your preferences, and enhance your sex life.

Sex is supposed to be fun, am I right? Boys brag about it, girls gossip about it.

So I recently hooked up with one of my best guy friends. I was ridiculously drunk and he was well on his way.

Fifty Shades of Grey has taken the once private (well hopefully) act of sex into the public eye.

If you have not heard about Fifty Shades of Grey yet, I am convinced you live under a rock. All my girlfriends are reading it, and all their moms too!

Everyone does it. Okay, maybe not everyone–I do have a few friends who think it’s weird to masturbate.

Two people meet online somehow. They exchange contact info, and they fall into a loop of talking to each other all day and night via texts, IMs, and/or phone calls. Maybe they end up meeting in real life, but the vast majority of their communication is virtual.

Remember that scene from ‘The Sweetest Thing’ when Christina is dreaming about receiving oral sex every hour on the hour while eating mountains of ice cream void of any calories?