If you don’t know who Shania Twain is, stop reading. And please never tell me how old you are.
Shania is a revision music staple for me. But I was probably five or six when I first heard this song, and it still makes me think.
There is an unrelating pressure to take relationships very fast these days. I know, I’ve done it. Sex on the first date? Been there, more than once. There’s always been a second date, so it has never completely screwed up my self esteem. But it does make me question my judgement when I wake up a couple of months later and realize what a complete and total chump you were. (Current relationship excepted. Don’t worry sausage, I still love you).
Most of my male friends have always laughed at the thought of asking a girl they were hooking up with if they wanted to have sex. Apparently it’s ‘obvious’ if someone is into them, and it would ‘ruin the moment’ to be so outrageously blunt. Without wanting to go on the mega rant that is currently inside me, I would like to declare that I want to have sex only with people who make me feel safe. This is partly due to some fairly horrific and graphically nasty past experiences. But I think I can make the generic statement that I’m far more likely to drop my pants if you don’t rush me, don’t pressure me, and don’t think that if I back off and think for five minutes that you’re going to miss out.
You don’t have to respect me, but please respect that I respect myself.