30 Things I've Learned: #27

-Learn the difference between having sex, fucking and making love.

Did you just cringe? Keep reading then. This is for you. 

I considered myself fairly mature when I was younger. I'd been through a lot of shit growing up, I moved thousands of miles away at 18, people always guessed me far older than I was. Truthfully, compared to most of my counterparts, hell even people years older than me, I was mature. Only, not emotionally. Emotionally I was still a child. I was still hurt and disconnected. I was still terrified of vulnerability.  I remember one night a boyfriend saying he wanted to make love to me, I wanted the bed to open up and suck me into it. I sincerely considered just leaving. HOW DARE HE?!? 10 years later I wish I could look at that girl and tell her to relax. To breathe. That that is okay, actually about 100x better than okay.

Each has their place. Each can be fun in their own right, but each is far better knowing the difference. I think everyone should experience them in different ways, different combinations. But ultimately, ultimately the goal is to find a partner to share all 3 with, the trifecta. I can't explain each one. I can't explain the intricate differences, the feelings, the emotional maturity that comes with feeling the difference. I can only say it's incredible once the realization hits. People describe having an orgasm as feeling like there is an explosion happening inside of you.  I promise you there is a massive difference if the person on the other end is the waiter at TGI Friday's or the person you've imagined having a child with.  It's a lighthearted example of a heavyhearted experience.

Sex. Fucking. Making love. The same and completely different.  

Still cringing? Take a shot and reread.  

(seriously)