Rough sex does not mean you should wake up looking like a battered housewife

There’s sweet, loving sex, and then there’s the adventurous, rough sex. Two of the many kinds of sex. Both are good. Both are great, actually. But different times call for different kinds of sex. When a girl, ahem, claims she likes it rough, please do not attempt to chew off her extremities. 


Thank you. 

As you were,

June

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It's Wednesday Night.

So, June and I were bored one day and decided to google the best singles places in Atlanta on Wednesday nights (why we were googling such a thing on a Wednesday is a whole other issue…we will address it one day I’m sure..).

We opted for Smith’s Olde Bar, a laid back and low-lit pub scene.  And upon arrival we encountered a very nice man who seemed harmless, and was very talkative with us.  He bought the 2 of us a drink or two, and was just such a refreshing person to talk to because we didn’t feel he had ulterior motives.  We decided we needed to call it a night before we drank too much to be able to drive, and as we were walking out of Smith’s, we were approached by a guy that I recognized from another bar.  What a small world.  Anywho, I was introduced to one of his friends, who was hott. Hott. Hott.  I was instantly attracted.  

We all hit it off, minus their 3^rd friend who was sadly the 5^th wheel. We ended up closing the bar down and were invited back to one of their apartments for a 3 a.m. rooftop hot tub adventure.  I had to be at work the next morning, unfortunately.  But, I mean, who passes up that adventure? Not us, FACT.  The night lasted well into the morning hours, but was surely a once in a lifetime experience.

Seizing the Carp,

Salli

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But alas. Calling it an early night is never is just that easy. Near the pool tables at Smith's, a guy recognized us, and stopped us. After a few blurry seconds, we realized that he was also sitting at the bar at Hudson Grille earlier that evening. (Hudson Grille: Brookhaven. Smith’s: Midtown. This was a huge coincidence that could not be passed up). They drank and we processed the booze already given to us until close. They invited us back to Ryan’s apartment. Both Salli and I had work in the morning, and it was Wednesday (Guys! It’s Wednesday…!). With minimal encouragement, we decided to go. It was one of those good bad decisions. Long story short: intentionally closed roof top hot tub, no bathing suits, case of beer, two girls, two guys…

Although some poorly endowed men still have the amazing ability to have and give amazing sex of all kinds…some just can’t. I don’t think I’ve ever been so disinterested during intercourse. (Is that awful to say? I’m sorry!)

Apologetic, mildly regretful,

June

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Dollar Beers are the WD-40 of Sunday Funday

This was my first time at Hand in Hand and I knew that I would be back probably more often than I should. A fellow with two of his buddies asked us to loan them a dollar, and in exchange, they would purchase shots for Salli and I. I first thought it was a pick up line, and then tried to humorously negotiate with them (how about 50 cents?), but Salli, being the more forward and curious one, without hesitation gave them a dollar. It was a good deal. They joined our table, and we both liked them right off the bat. At this point, we were still used to the concept of meeting a ton of people while out. These guys seemed cool and of good quality, and they did approach in a forward, confident manner. It was refreshing. 

We invited them out to Park Tavern. During the summer, every Sunday evening, there’s free live music on the patio. Park Tavern is an upscale bar/ venue. The drinks are bit expensive, bottled beer started at $4, while well drinks started at $5. People were always fancy and dressed up, which was a nice change. In a cotton summer dress with airplanes on it, I felt a bit underdressed. (One of the guys had asked “Are those Frank Lloyd Wright airplanes on your ass?" classy.) 

and to you, goodday

June

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In Atlanta, there is an awesome little English Pub called Hand In Hand.  Their rendition of Sunday Funday consists of dollar PBRs and dollar fish tacos every week, all day.  I had no idea what I was getting myself into when I attended my first Sunday with my dear friend Coley.  It was a tame first Sunday, we had a couple beers and called it a night.  But the next week, June, Coley and I attended and we had not prepared ourselves for it—Sundays would never be the same again.  


Walking in the door, we were stopped by a group of very handsome guys who immediately struck up conversation.  I believe we came off a little unfriendly, but we were just so caught off guard by how easy it was to meet people, and we were only 3 minutes into our Sunday Funday.  We held a brief conversation with them and then found ourselves a table.  Shortly after, we were approached by a different group of guys.  Their approach was unconventional, as they needed just one more dollar for cigarettes, and they bribed us with shots.  Decently good looking and clearly outgoing, I was intrigued, but the other girls were apprehensive.  They extended the invitation to us for a really cool outdoor unplugged concert at Park Tavern that they were going to later that night.  We jumped at the opportunity to be entertained by them for a little longer, and going somewhere we had never been before was not to be passed up.  It was a fun concert, and we parted ways with the boys, with amorous pbr-fueled promises of future encounters.  But..looking onward..

Endorser of frivolity,

Salli

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