Ultimately, I decided not to respond to any of them.
The thing is, I end up craving a cuddle buddy more than I do an actual sex partner.
Still, if I decided to message anyone back, I would have definitely written the lonely 32-year-old accountant and the guy who needs someone to talk to.
They were to-the-point but not too aggressive and, most importantly, just f*cking real.
If it were up to me, I’d take a guy who spoons me in solace over a hot guy who’d f*ck me and then proceed to make a beeline for the next bus across town because a) he doesn’t care for my cuddling needs, and b) pillow talk is pretty damn intimidating to a guy like him.
What’s interesting to me is how we put ourselves out there to get laid, but not to just cuddle.
Now, don’t get me wrong: sex, (albeit casual sex, in my case) is great — hell, even necessary.