1. Because I don't want my friends to know how often I watch Oprah (daily) and how much I love her and
2. Because I'm not sure I need the whole world (read: future employers) knowing a lot about my life between the sheets.]

Last week Oprah had an episode discussing sex, sexual attraction and the things women want when it comes to doin’ the dirty. The episode as a whole was fascinating – did you know there is an equation for figuring out how hot someone is?? – but one point that really stuck out to me was the discussion of sexual desire.

A group of women sat down to talk about all things sex and one of them mentioned her love of being dominated by a man. She told the story of her hottest hookup, which involved a man at the bar pushing her into the bathroom and kissing her passionately against the wall. Now, to most people that sounds like a “grab the pepper spray” kind of moment, but to me it sounded hot. I mean, come on, that’s passion. That’s heat.

That’s really effing sexy.

She went on to say that the reason it was so memorable was not because of what he did, but the fact that he wanted to do it at all. It was the fact that she was wanted that badly that made the whole thing such a turn on.

And I couldn’t agree more. Ever since Samantha slept her way through New York on Sex and the City, women have been taking charge of their sexuality and doing the same. And while we all tell the world that we love being able to have sex with no strings attached, or just enjoy a good roll in the sack, I think what women really like about this whole thing is the validation they are getting from the experiences.

I can honestly say that of the last 5 guys I’ve slept with, I really only enjoyed two of them. The other three were just so-so and one even gave me a pretty awful UTI (after acting like a jackhammer…for three minutes). But I still keep going back for more. Why would I ever seek out a one-night stand if there was no happy ending?

Because there is – just not in the bed.

At the end of the day (or early the next morning when I’m walking home in my heels) it is never the sex that gives me the thrill – it is knowing that these guys wanted to take me home and get me naked in the first place. The thrill comes from the fact that we can barely make it out of the cab before they start untying my shirt. It is when they tell me how hot I am as soon as we hit the bed.

For me, hooking up has little to do with the actual process and all to do with the knowledge that someone can’t keep their hands off me. Sure, sex is great (well, usually…), but I truly believe that it is knowing someone wants you that is the greatest part of all.

Do you agree? Share your thoughts below…