Being that I’m now a junior in college, I figured it was time to seriously buckle down on getting a start on my career. So after calling around and kissing a few asses, I landed an internship at a major TV station located in Downtown Atlanta. They were impressed with my communications major and my double concentration in PR and Broadcast, I was impressed with the free coffee in the break room and the studio’s location.
The city has always been my big playground! Every morning I wake up and get gussied up and make the twenty five minute drive (35 in traffic…which is almost always there) to my building on Peachtree street. From the moment I exit the car, I’m Carrie Bradshaw (my new found idol), running around in cute clothes in my own little version of New York. Going to Under Ground and browsing the little clothing shops as if they’re Saks fifth ave. The PERFECT addition to my Sex and The City fantasy ( which I think I may need professional help for) came in the form of my fellow interns. All females, differing in interests and styles, and eager to get out of the office for lunch and have girl-talk over over-priced food. That’s where quiznos came in.
The walk to quiznos was as eventful as a walk ANYWHERE in Atlanta can be! We walked past the train station, and the strip of food shops circling Underground Atlanta, and spotted the quiznos perched on a corner. We ordered our food, sat down, and began to talk.
Immediately, we were talking about sex.
Men would be pleasantly surprised at how eager and open my generation has been about sex. Here we were, with a friendship that was only about an office-day old, and we were already exchanging tips on how to perform in bed.
Erin* takes a sip of her smart water and says “I feel bad because every time my boyfriend asks me to ride him, I dont know what im doing”
we’re all confused “What do you mean? ”
Jezelle* chimes in ” All you do is hop around on it for a while. That always seems to work for me”
“And that’s what I do” Erin insists “But I always feel like he’s looking for more. like im not doing it right.”
I say “it’s not enough to just ride him. You have to control yourself while controlling him. There’s different angles to hit and ways you can squeeze him at just the right time.”
The table turns to me as if they all have taken out their mental pens and paper to take notes.
We spend our entire lunch hour talking about our favorite sex acts (doggie style, being tied up) and our least favorite (anal, and being ejaculated on) and of course we warrant a few glances from people who just happen to pass our table and hear a slice of our conversation, to which we laugh at and keep talking.
Cleo* asks “Have you ever coughed while he was still in you?”
we all turn to her “No! Why?”
She instructs us to cough, which we all do, which gets us another sideways glance from a few patrons at the tables surrounding us. I imagine we all feel our muscles contracting at the same time, because our eyes all become wide with realization.
I’m convinced that no one dating an open-minded 20-something woman right now can be having bad sex. my lunch at quiznos proves it: we love sex, we love talking about it,and we love trying new things. I can guaruntee you that at least TWO of us went home that night and coughed while having sex….
Love and Lipstick 