Are we whores?

So I know a lot of people out there like sex, but just because we like it every so often, does that make us whores? I'm not talking about the mediocre sex you have that you just don't want to remember. I'm talking about the kind of sex that you can't get out of your head for a week after the fact. The kind of sex that makes you hot when you're standing in line at the grocery store. The kind of sex that allows dirty thoughts to creep into your head as you're standing in line for communion at church. Yep. Mind blowing sex.

I can still remember the first time I did it. Without getting into all of the details, it was freakin incredible! Just thinking about it right now...

For example: I went out on a few dates over the last couple of months, and have suggested the horizontal monkey dance, however, the guys have sometimes just said no because they wanted it to be romantic. They didn't want it to be sleezy. During that time, the only thing running through my head was, "Oh man, this guy must think I'm a slut for wanting to sleep with him on the first date." Then again, I can completely understand from his perspective. Why would you want to pleasure someone that you don't care about?

So the age old question stands. Are we whores because we like sex? Or are we whores because we like sex frequently? And do the above questions actually make us sluts?

Moving away from that topic, I do have some juicy gossip I would like to share with ya'll. I'm currently working full time at my university as a tour guide for prospective students and this past week I had a huge tour group of about 40 people who wanted to see the campus. So I took them all out. Everyone had a great time and simply gawked at the vastness of it all. Well, let me tell you, there was one tall glass of water on the tour and I simply fell in love with him. All of the good looking men are from the Northern parts of this province.

So, after showing the group the kinds of residence we have available on campus, we went for a walk around campus and had a good time. The end. I didn't ask him for his phone number so I could call him, and he didn't ask me for mine, but he ended up giving me his email address. When I rehashed this to PinkPolish, she suggested that I email him and say that I want to get together again, but I didn't think it would be a good idea.