One night stands: they are exciting and fun. You feel liberated, free, and in control … for all of 15 minutes, if it even lasts that long. At first it is great; you feel your heart race, their arms pulling you in closer, and you give in. I am going to be honest: directly after, you probably feel proud, exhilarated, and happy about the decision you made to let it happen because after all, in the moment it was pretty god damn hot.

Then the 15 minutes pass, and the questions come. Should you stay the night? Can you stay the night? You just had sex with this person, yet asking to stay over is too awkward, so you just leave or hope that they don’t mind you staying the night and leave as they (pretend to) lay asleep in the morning. I was so incredibly confident in my decision to have sex last night, but now I find myself walking to class with a million things rushing through my mind. Should I text him? What is he thinking now? Is he thinking about me? Does he not even care? And ultimately I find myself asking why am I thinking any of this? It was supposed to be a one night stand.

And I will tell you why all these questions run through my head. While I did get great satisfaction from last night and got to feel wanted again for all of 15 minutes, it does not make up for the rest of what I and others like me want. Is it really so terrible to be a women in college who wants to be able to text someone the next day and say “Hey that was fun, let’s do it again ” without feeling like clingy or over attached? I mean last night was great, so why can’t we have that same one night stand over and over again for the next month? And while we are at it, you’ll probably be hungry, so I’ll be sure to make you dinner, too.

Everyone in college goes out for these one night stands like they are magical and liberating. I am not a conservative or stick in the mud, I am just being real with you and saying I have been there done that, gave it the old college try and can tell you they're not. It does not feel magical, it feels short lived. It does not feel liberating, it feels inadequate, futile, and pointless. Before trying out the whole one night stand gig, I was actually jealous of those that did it. I thought everyone must think they are so beautiful everyone wants them, what an exciting life they must live. It is not like that at all.

Everyone does think I’m hot, everybody wants to have sex, and I don’t blame them. I want to, too. But it’s not exciting, it’s empty. This article is to the one night stand that gets to happen over and over again. The one that does not get boring, but gets better because you actually know how to make that person squeal under the sheets. Because after all, last night was hot as hell so let’s do it again and this time I’ll make dinner first.