Why I'm Not Ashamed To Say I Hooked Up With Two Guys In One Night

But really, what's there to be ashamed of?
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I was bored one Wednesday night in college, so I started texting people. And not just any people—boy people, friends with benefits people, I'm-bored-so-you-should-come-over people. Yeah, you know the drill. It was my junior year of undergrad, and I'd been consistently hooking up with two guys at the time. One was a guy I'd met through the campus newspaper, and the other was my ex-boyfriend (LOL messy, I know—let's not dwell on that).

I was juggling two guys at once because The Ex was hardly ever available. He was terrible at making plans when we were dating—and just as bad when we weren't—so when Newspaper Guy appeared out of nowhere to fill in the gaps of my sex life, I welcomed him with open arms. (...And legs. Sorry, had to.) I'd established that I wasn't exclusive with either, meaning we were free to hook up with whomever, whenever. So naturally, I took advantage of that (using protection, of course!). And I expected them to do the same.

Back to Wednesday. My friends were bogged down with homework and somehow I wasn't, so it was FWB time, obviously. It wasn't rare for me to text them both at the same time—usually at least one would be unavailable, so doubling up increased my chances of having someone to hang out with. Newspaper Guy, as always, responded immediately. I could pretty much count on him to be free and text me back (we'd once hooked up 12 days in a row, after all), so I happily invited him over. Then, in the midst of our, err, hangout, The Ex replied. Now there was a shocker. He was just as bad at responding to text messages as he was at making plans, so hearing back from him (and on a weekday!) was a rarity. I *had* to take advantage of that situation.

I wrapped things up with Newspaper Guy—who I knew wasn't sleeping over anyway—and shot a quick text to The Ex. I learned he'd been drinking with his roommates (explains why he was A. Not busy on a weekday and B. DTF) and told him I'd be over in a bit. I arrived, we hung out, I slept over, and that was the end of that. I'd hooked up with two guys in one evening—a personal record, but kind of an anticlimactic one.

Whenever I tell people this story, I'm usually greeted with some combination of shock and awe. "You hooked up with two people back-to-back?" "OMG I could never do that." "I can't believe you just told me that story!" But for me, it's kind of a no-brainer. What I did isn't embarrassing or shameful—or even wild or badass. I'm not a player, I wasn't cheating on anyone, and I didn't hurt anyone. I was just bored. So I spent some time with one guy, and then I spent some time with another. There's really nothing else to it.

So no, I'm not ashamed. Why would I be?


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