I Date Models

We are excited to introduce all of you to our regular female contributor the sexy and flirtatious Cailean. She will be offering the female point of view. You’ll be able to identify her posts through the “Cailean” tag and by her photo that accompanies the post below, and yes, that is really her.

As the calendar turned to October, I decided to lose my summer fling. I flung him off like a 5 inch stiletto after a long night of dancing. He was not boyfriend material so why prolong the agony? There’s not much to say when you break off a fling. There’s no “I need my stuff back” moments and no awkward “it’s not you, it’s me” conversations to have. That’s why they call them flings! It’s fun, I flinged then I flung and now I move on. For a girl like me , moving on is easy. Some say I’m jaded by love gone wrong, I think I’m a smart modern woman who knows what she wants and isn’t going to settle for anything less than butterflies.

The loss of my fling left me feeling satisfied in a way that only a shoe sale and Ben and Jerry’s really can and that feeling of freedom gushed in. So when I got a call to meet friends for drinks I thought “why not?” My calendar had been a bit bare lately with all the indoor flinging I had been doing this summer, perfect time to get in some social networking and kick back a bit. Slicked on some gloss, let my hair down and pulled on a killer pair of red shoes (my lucky red shoes) and headed to the restaurant.

To my surprise, the friend I was going to meet had brought some friends of his own and my eye instantly caught that of a tall handsome stranger who clearly had an eye for fashion. The way those True Religions hugged him in all the right places had me at “hello!” (Note to all men! We notice jeans! We do! Splurge on a pair of Rock and Republics or True Religions and you’ll be shocked by the amount of women who begin to oogle your goodies on a daily basis). The guy had all the makings of a Mr. Right now. Just what I needed to get back into the flow of things: Excellent fashion sense, great body, tattoos for sleeves and get this… Leaving for Scotland to work in 3 days! Jackpot! No strings, no fuss, no muss, pure physical lust. It was foolproof. After a long night of flirting, dancing and maybe one or two too many gin martinis, I had to know if it was worth it so I kissed him. (The first kiss will always make or break the next location). Hailed the first cab we could (it was one hell of a kiss!) and got back to my building. Up the stairs and into my apartment with just enough energy left to kick off my red shoes and pass out on my bed. Both of us, out cold.

I woke up the next morning and turned to my left to see an arm covered in tattoos and a ridiculously sexy man attached to that arm. It got pretty hot in my tiny apartment and it came time to ask that always awkward but ALWAYS necessary question, so I asked it: “Do you have a condom?” What came next was probably the most shocking thing I have ever heard come from a human’s mouth. He responded with a condescending smirk and giggle, “Nobody wears condoms anymore.”
He said as though condoms were a trend that went out in the 80’s and I just hadn’t heard about it yet. Who does this guy think he is?! I got dressed faster than that time my home room teacher found me in the men’s locker room after a high school hockey game. My skin was crawling and all I could think about was getting this guy OUT! After mumbling something about having to be at a “thing” I ushered him out and thanked my lucky shoes.

Any man who will ask a woman to have sex without a condom after knowing her for the length of time it takes to make a gnarly hangover needs to have his heads examined. Both of them!
And if a girl is willing to have sex with you without a condom after knowing you for 4 martinis… you are probably not the only one she’s letting. Don’t get in. Get OUT and fast. Condoms are not a passing trend. Aids didn’t go anywhere and neither did any other form of STD. Having a stash of condoms may seem presumptuous but they also keep you safe. I always have one on hand. Not because I’m promiscuous and not because I am always looking for a one night stand but because I respect my body and you never know when you might get swept off your feet and find yourself in the heat of passion with a handsome stranger or sexy friend. My mother always told me to keep my passport on hand JUST in case… well, thanks for that advice Mom… I always do! And right beside it, is my emergency rubber! Who knows? Next time I put my lucky red shoes on I could be jet setting off to Paris with a handsome stranger who is a bit silly and ALWAYS covers his willy!