December 29th 2023.
I'm Kim*, a 22-year-old single woman living in London. For the past year, I've stopped having one-night stands because I wanted to start valuing myself differently. I don't really do relationships, but I'm also lazy and rarely fancy people.
In June, I ended up having a one-night stand. He was nice and I enjoyed it, but it was a surprise because I had sworn off one-night stands when I left university. I've had really good ones, but they're never very intimate and I've had some really bad ones.
I also wanted to stop thinking my worth was defined by whether I'd hooked up with someone on a night out. I wasn't the most popular kid at school and I still can feel ignored and hideous. That's when I get very competitive and reckless, and I usually end up crying... not the most dignified look. Now, if I do sleep with someone, it's because I actually like them, rather than feeling like I have to prove something to myself.
So this week I'm giving you a play-by-play of my life. On Tuesday, I have a busy day at work and on my walk home, I call my brother who tells me how he lost his virginity on our summer vacation. I make sure he's been to get checked out at the sexual health clinic, being the responsible big sister that I am. When I get home my flatmate has loud sex in the next room over, so I put my headphones in and read some fantasy genre smut to get me going.
Wednesday is not a day for sex of any kind. Work is busy and afterwards I make plans with an almost-boyfriend. We haven't slept together yet, but he doesn't live nearby so we don't get to see each other often. After I finally get home, I just pass out.
Thursday is another busy day at work but I take some time to appreciate my achievements. I'm an extrovert so I love meeting new people but it can be a lot sometimes. I worry if I won't be able to have a committed relationship since I'm in my early twenties and haven't had any relationships yet. But then I remind myself that I'm managing to hold down a job, flat, and social life, so it's not like my life is meaningless. I get home late and pass out.
Friday I'm not feeling well, so I finish work early and take a nap. Later, I have a chat with my flatmates and take an everything shower.
Saturday I have a day trip with friends for an activity-based birthday party, then head out to a house party. I don't stay long and when I get home I read until I fall asleep.
Sunday I have lunch out with a friend, followed by a trip to a bookshop and a vintage shop. I do some life admin when I get home and chat with my flatmate's boyfriend.
Monday I get back to work. It's a hectic day but I like that. I reward myself with some healthy masturbation when I get home.
So, that was my week. It's not always exciting, but it's always worth it. Do you have a story to share? Get in touch by emailing email.
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