This is really the first time I’ve been in a serious relationship, so it’s the first time I’ve been away from my serious relationship. This also means this is the first time I’ve had honest to goodness goodbye sex. And let me tell you, I can’t wait for the BF to get back. I miss having him around I’m can’t wait for the welcome back sex! (3…more….days….)

So, why not take this opportunity to do a little comparing? Here are my pros and cons about Goodbye Sex. I’ll get back to you in 3 days when I finally enjoy a little Welcome Back Action…

Pro: Neither of you want it to end

Since you know it’s going to be a long time before you get to do it again, the sex lasts longer! I’m not saying I have a minute man, but it was a welcome change.

Con: It can last too long

It took me a good half hour to recover from our session. I was beat. Sex shouldn’t be THAT exhausting.

Pro: Goodbye sex is romantic

The sex you see in movies is almost nothing like real life. But when it does happen, it’s wonderful. I swear, what happened in my bedroom could’ve been a scene from The Notebook.

Con: There’s crying afterwards

Yes, it’s cheesy, but I cried because I knew he was leaving the next day. Yeah, I know it was only for a few days, but leave me alone; I love him.

Pro: He leaves with you feeling loved.

There’s nothing like a night of sex to make a girl feel good. Especially when it’s with someone special. Sex releases endorphins, so it’s not just me, it’s science saying it makes you happy!

Con: He leaves

*Sniff*

Just like we are always wondering what guys are thinking (which usually consists of sex, sports, beer and sex), guys want to know what’s on our minds. What do we want? What do we like? What the hell do we mean when we curtly say “it’s fine” after they tell us that, yes, those jeans do sorta make us look fat?

Contrary to popular belief, they care what we think. Not only because they want to please us, but because they want to woo us, lure us…and get us into their beds.

So, we at CollegeCandy decided it was time to let guys know exactly what we like/hate/and dream about at night. Vote, comment and pass this on to those boys in your life. Guys will never know what you want if you don’t tell them, so do it. Tell them!

We all say we want a guy that snuggles, but is that the truth? Which would you rather have: the slow and sensitive lovaaaa, or the freak in the sheets who’s always up to try something new? (Yes, you have to choose just one.)

For the past year I have enjoyed new experiences, new men, new positions and a whole new chapter of my life. Having recently gained the self-confidence to approach a man, I took charge of my sexuality and decided it was time to let loose a little bit and have a good time.

And that was the best decision EVER.

Recently, though, I was set up on a date. Not really looking for anything serious at the moment, I only agreed to the whole event to appease my friend. But as soon as the boy came to pick me up I was glad that I did.

He was cute. He was smart. He was funny. And he was a total gentleman.

At the end of the evening I thanked him for dinner and awkwardly dodged his attempts at a kiss by slamming my apartment door in his face. Smooth, I know.

It was not like I didn’t want to kiss him – in fact, I wanted to do a lot more…in the shower – it was just that, well, I didn’t know how. I haven’t kissed someone I actually liked in a really long time. The last 10 guys I kissed, in fact, had names I could not recall and happened in a dark corner in a gross bar. The kiss almost always led to sex, which was always lots of fun, but was always purely physical, carnal, and fueled by too much alcohol.

In other words, the only “feelings” involved in the whole exchange were the feelings that were happening below the belt.

I knew I would never see the guys again, so I never really cared how things turned out. I didn’t think about what I looked like naked. It didn’t matter if they ever wanted to see me again. I just wanted to have a good time and be home in time for breakfast the next morning.

With each passing Walk of Shame, though, sex changed for me from an expression of feelings to nothing more than a physical act with a very happy ending (if I was lucky). And I never noticed – until now, that is, when I find myself faced with potential feelings and no clue how to act on them.

I don’t regret the past year of my life, but I do question if treating sex as a light hearted and fun activity has permanently desensitized me to the emotional aspect of it all. I am afraid that my life as a single, sexually uninhibited woman has made me incapable of anything more and that sex can never be anything besides a drunken quest for physical satisfaction.

I think I’m ruined.