Inside The University of Melbourne

It was the night before a long weekend and a big storm. I finished off my day and met with a skank that I had been meaning to catch up for months. I wait outside the Metro and walk her to a chill bar that I usually head to. The staff there all know me by my first name. I go through the motions for the next couple of hours and walk her to my place, and the inevitable occurs.

After the act, in the post-coital bliss. I hear my phone is vibrating, and I also hear the door bell ringing continually.

Uh-oh, what could this be?

I pick up my phone and see a message from a girl I smashed a while back with something along the lines of “I’m outside your place now”

Urghhhh.

I spent a quick moment thinking of what to do. This isn’t the first time some random girl just keeps coming back for something pathetic. A lot of them have the minds of children in this part of the world. Smash a random and then go back to make themselves feel less slutty. Also, probably to make themselves feel like they were the victim when in all reality spreading your legs wide open after an hour is probably the catalyst to being treated like a smash and dash hole.

Then I broke down the situation to the naked girl in my bed: “There’s a weirdo outside my place, let’s quietly get dressed and get out through the back door”.

We bail and I walk her to the Metro for her trip home.

I sit outside and feel the late summer winds against my face and think of how to manage my time to make sure that I am not wasting too much of it on meaningless slores. Over the last few months I had become a lot busier and although I was much more involved in other projects, I didn’t mind as what I was doing now was a lot more meaningful and challenging than before. My desire to kill time by slamming sluts was a lot lower, at least the mental side of my brain was being stimulated through other means rather than figuring out which would be the fastest way to get her legs to open for me. Of course, being a male with a sex drive meant I still needed my fill, so I still didn’t give it all up but it was a more balanced effort these days with the time constraints.

I spent the long weekend abroad with some friends and realised how many were the same, they had to cut back too in order to focus on other things. I guess when your demands are being met and you’re out of a negative environment you truly can focus on what you want to do rather than dedicate hours and hours to get an ounce of the low hanging slut with attitude.