At the ripe age of 34 (almost 35), I think I’m a little older than most of the bloggers/readers here. I am also a wife, and mother of twins, so you can affectionately call me Nana, Auntie, or even just Old Lady.
There are a few lessons I wish my 34 (almost 35) year old self could go back and tell my 24-29-year-old self about sex, so I thought I should share these lessons with you, and hopefully spare you any regrets.
Have as Much Sex as You Can in Your 20’s…
There is this magical age right after school, and just before marriage, that should be the most amazing time of your life. Ideally, you are starting to have some financial freedom, and you are not yet married.
YOU WILL NEVER BE THIS FREE AGAIN. This is the best time for you to figure out what you like, and explore everything you have ever wanted to when it comes to sex.
Don’t let your Friends C*ck Block…
There is always that friend who “cares about you” and, is going to tell you not to sleep around, or call you a slut if you do. Don’t listen to her. She is literally robbing you of your youth.
Lose your inhibitions…
Give up the rules. If there is ever anything you have wanted to try, or even thought about for a fraction of a second, try it! Again, YOU WILL NEVER BE THIS FREE.
Be Confident…
Being confident is sexier than any lingerie you could ever wear. Be happy with who you are, because honestly… your 35-year-old self-prays every day that she can be you again.
Don’t Keep a List…
Keeping a list of everyone you have ever slept with is a dumb thing we ALL do in our 20’s. Take it from me- that list will haunt you one day. Someone will read it, or you will lose it and it will reappear at the WORST possible time in your life. Perhaps while you are moving into your new house with your new husband, or perhaps when you are scrapbooking with your kid.
Please, just don’t keep a list.
I am sure after reading these tips you are assuming that I have had sex in every city, and in every orifice. I didn’t. Well, I did a few things (that I am totally proud of) that I’ll never admit to, but my point is that I should have done more with my “freedom”. Trust me, when I tell you that every married woman I know wishes she could go back in time and teach herself a few of these lessons.